Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife!
Sam Gerard: I don't care. (00:37:10)
Phil: I killed myself so many times I don't even exist anymore.
Slick: I wanna shoot someone y'kno and this feels like just the gun to do it with.
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer?
Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Alabama: Okey dokey doggie daddy.
Jack Colt: Who are you?
Mr. Jigsaw: I'm your worst nightmare.
Jack Colt: No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Charlie Mackenzie: Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed?"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.
John Spartan: Brake! Brake! Brake now, you Mickey Mouse-piece of shit!
Mary Jo Buttafuoco: This is, like, the worst thing that could ever happen.
Wallace: Cracking toast, Gromit.
Carlito: I'm reloaded! Okay? Come on in here, you motherfuckers! Come on, I'm waitin' for ya! What, you ain't comin' in? Okay, I'm comin' out! Oh, you up against me now, motherfuckers! I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out! You think you're big time? You gonna fuckin' die big time! You ready? here comes THE pain.
Nick: Fuck you. Who the fuck are you? Are you fucking with me? You're fucking with me.
Bill Foster: I am just disagreeing with you! In America, we have the freedom of speech, the right to disagree.
Nick: Fuck you and your freedom.
John Connor: They say if you resort to violence, then you've already lost.
Seitz: Sir, what about our friend Coontz?
Paul McDaggett: Well, if we'd let him live, we'd have to have paid him.
Larry Lipton: Claustrophobia and a dead body - this is a neurotic's jackpot.
Caine: For all the bullshit they try to teach you in high school, I graduated with about half of it. But then, I didn't go to school but half the time. The other half, I was out selling dope. Growing up out here, there was shit that couldn't be learned in no classroom.
Matt: I just haven't been with that many girls.
Vivian: I'm a real good teacher.
Cole Parker: I want you to press the ignition button. You got me?
Dani Servigo: Ignition?
Cole Parker: Ignition. Yeah. Shit. He can't read. I tell you what you do. Hold up that first finger. Tell me what you see.
Dani Servigo: A finger.
Cole Parker: No, it looks like an "I." That's the first letter in "ignition."
