Babcock: I've got a gun.
Charlie Harrison: I've got a fishing rod. Lets go camping.
Chick Gandil: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin' to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick Gandil: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Stevie: And when she turned it on it shot that metal thing right up into her face, shot it up just like a gun. Isn't that bad? It shot it up right through her eyeball.
Wheel: The Constitution wasn't written on an etch-a-sketch, but every once in a while you gotta twist the knobs a little.
Smiley: Fuck you Perry.
Perry: That's right Smiley, "fuck you" covers just about everything.
Brian Flagg: In the meantime, we're your prisoners?
Dr. Meddows: Not at all, you're my patients.
Garfield: Six must be my lucky number, because that was the life when I fell in love with music. I also fell in love with the girl who played the piano just for me.
Sembagare: They think you are a witch.
Dian Fossey: They wouldn't be the first.
Tangina: My God! he found heR.
Sydney Fuller: I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity.
Peter Loew: I'm a vampire! I'm a vampire! I'm a vampire.
Hercule Poirot: People like to talk, and in doing so they tell the truth. It puts less of a strain on the memory.
Mr. Bobrucz: You, Fifi, can take your French fruit and stuff it up your big bird.
Roadrash: Must have been a rowdy crowd tonight.
Claire Niveau: You've got a woman's name. Beverly. Why did your mother give you a woman's name?
Beverly Mantle: It's not a woman's name. It's just spelled different.
Claire Niveau: Does your brother have a woman's name too. Meriam spelled with an E and an A?
Beverly Mantle: What are you trying to suggest? That I'm gay or something? That my mother wanted girls? What the fuck is this bullshit psychoanalysis?
