
Nadja: Last week on TV, I heard about a woman who stabbed her husband twenty-seven times. And you know why? Because he refused to put the top back on the mustard jar. Twenty-seven times! Can you imagine?

Elliot Hopper: Cancel the 5.
Carol: Oh, no! You can't cancel the 5.
Elliot Hopper: Then put the 5 at 4, and then cancel at 4.

Susie Waggoner: So... are you gonna tell me about it?
Frederick J. Frenger Jr.: Yeah, I'm gonna tell you about it. This straight life we've been living gave me a false sense of security. For a second I thought I was some kind of solid citizen or something.
Susie Waggoner: All I wanna know is what happened to you.
Frederick J. Frenger Jr.: Some guy in a blue Toyota pickup ran me over.
Susie Waggoner: I thought it must've been something like that.

Dr. Herbert West: He's a wife-beater, Dan! Use the gun.

Caroline: Are you in love?
Mary: Well, I... I do love him, I suppose. Not quite like when we first met. I trust him, really. He's my closest friend. But, what do you mean by in-love?
Caroline: I mean that you'd do absolutely anything for the other person, and you'd let them do absolutely anything to you. Anything.
Mary: Anything?

Norman Bates: I'm free.

Doctor James Atherton: In this first generation, the original male also produced a queen, and together they will construct a primary nest which the queen will guard. But eventually, she will create reproductive offspring of her own. And when that happens, this town is dead... and the next town... and the next town... and the next one, and so on.

Amy Wallace: What Oakes said about your fellow officers respecting and honoring you is, as you probably know, complete crap. Most of the cops hate our guts. To the extent that they credit us with having any. They think we're climbers who went into I.A.D. for the promotions, which is true, not that we necessarily get them. So, they're polite because they're afraid of us. That's all.

Detective John Kimble: You should be reading stories about bears that go shopping.

Huey Walker: You know, Buckner, if it hadn't've been for you, I'd be in a warm cell right now.
John Buckner: Yeah, being beaten by a nice, warm, rubber hose.

Dinky Bossetti: Who understands ANYONE these days... who WANTS to?
Gerald Howells: Gosh, I want to kiss you so bad, Dinky.
Dinky Bossetti: It's good to want things.

Mike Medwicki: Maybe if you could... you could try and find your mom?
Amanda Sue Bradley: My mom? She threw me away. She threw me away.