Truvy: Sammy is so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt.
Young Shirley Valentine: Well, tickle my tits 'til Friday.
Harry Burns: How long do you like to be held after sex? All night, right? See, that's your problem. Somewhere between 30 seconds and all night is your problem.
Sally Albright: I don't have a problem.
Harry Burns: Yes, you do.
Mollie: Grandpa, what's going on?
Grandpa: Look, I'm a hostage.
Burly Orderly: He's not a hostage. He's a mean old bastard! You see what he did to my arm? And he gave the nurse a black eye.
Jim Court: You're not a permanent part of her life. You're a distraction.
Lloyd Dobler: I'm the distraction that's going with her to England, sir.
Jack Baker: You let that guy turn us into clowns tonight. We were always small time, but we were never clowns.
Pete Sandich: Love! Ain't what it used to be.
Al Yackey: Oh there's only ever been two kinds: There's lash fires, which are all flame, burn themselves out and leave nothing. Then there's the long burning. That is nature's burn. Even when you think it's out, the forest floor is warm to the touch. That's the kind you and Dorinda got.
Pete Sandich: You're a poet, Al. You're a really bad poet, but you're a poet.
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Valmont: You want me to seduce a little girl, who has seen nothing, who knows nothing, who'll probably flop on her back out of simple curiosity? You don't need me for that. Anyone can do that.
Snyder: I did everything by the book, I followed my orders.
Dr. Diane Norris: Get my kit.
Alexandra Page: I didn't even read the questions, I just took a number 2 pencil and filled in the bubbles as fast as I could.
Christopher Wooden: What did you put for sex?
Alexandra Page: Occasionally.