Reggie Hammond: Let me tell you something, Jack. If shit was worth something, poor people would be born with no asshole.
Young Winnie: Hey! Hey, Fellatio! Got a match? Well, I do! Your face and my ass! Your breath made of buffalo farts.
David Labraccio: Do I know you?
Young Winnie: You don't know jack-shit! Butt-wipe! Needle-dick! Cock-bite! Jack-off! Limp-wrist! Corn-hole! Banana-breath! Shit-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face! Kiss-ass! Brown-nose! Macho wimp! Limp dick! Fart-face! Tire merchant! What's the matter? Gonna cry? Come on, Crybaby Davie! Cry! Cry! Cry! Shit-face! Rat-turd! Ass-licking son of a bitch.
Frank Sutton: So you're a tough guy, huh?
Harry Madox: No, you're the tough guy. I'm worse.
F-18 Pilot: Everything's shit duty today.
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.
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?
Lilly Dillon: I gave you your life twice. I'm asking you to give me mine once.
Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.
Rick Jarmin: I haven't had a girlfriend for 5 years.
Marianne Graves: Really?
Rick: Yeah - Mr. Wiggly's been on bread and water for 5 years.
Amy Wallace: You know all your friends from the force? You don't have them anymore.
Michael Corleone: Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment.
Colonel Scot McCoy: My turn to teach.
Detective John Kimble: I have a headache.
Lowell: It might be a tumor.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor. At all.
Frederick J. Frenger Jr.: Now I'll tell you what. I want you to sew my eyebrow back on.
Turkell: It must be visiting hours, 'cause my friend is back.
Lula: Uh oh. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel. You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
Lieutenant Laker: He was your superior, wasn't he?
Graham Marshall: No, he was my boss.
Jack Merridew: Right on, Larry. When you other brats get older or get hungry enough, you can come join up, too.