Sembagare: They think you are a witch.
Dian Fossey: They wouldn't be the first.
Freddy Krueger: Sayonara, Rick-san.
Sgt. Major Ross Maclure: You open your mouth one more time, and I'll shove your head so far up your ass, you'll be talking out of your armpit.
Julie Peters: People are gonna help each other, aren't they? Rebuilding things?
Harry Washello: I think it's the insects' turn.
Donald Blake: He wants me to be more heroic, me.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Hercule Poirot: People like to talk, and in doing so they tell the truth. It puts less of a strain on the memory.
Pop: That judge in the orange skirt... Make yer pee pee harder than a ten pound bag a' nickel jawbreakers, you know what I mean?
Tracy: When we get out of here, Joel's going to be carrying his balls home in a knapsack.
Chris: Remind me never to piss you off, Tracy.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college.
Judas: What's good for man isn't good for God.
Marshall: [as Charlie] She gets back this weekend. If we don't resolve this, I'll have to go back and live with her again. This is the woman I couldn't live with as a husband. Now, I'm going to be her son. It's a Freudian nightmare.
Tara: They are gardeners and carpenters, they are not tomato men.
Janis Zuckerman: I'm looking for a guy named Louie, fuzzy hair, crooked teeth, bug eyes. Has he been around lately?
Girl Punk: Suck shit through a tube.
Dargent Peytraud: No, no, noooo! No rest! You'll see it all! You'll feel it! The cold... in the coffin. It is worse. Much, much worse.
The Creature: Wherever there is imagination... I will dwell.
Angela: Too bad they haven't figured out a way to make french fries nutritious. I'm a nut when it comes to french fries.