Matt: I just haven't been with that many girls.
Vivian: I'm a real good teacher.
Ben Weatherstaff: But aren't your legs all crooked?
Colin: Who says my legs are crooked?
Mary: Nobody says that.
Joon: Don't underestimate the mentally ill. We know how to count.
Max Goldman: If I had known I would be doing a nude scene, I'd have asked for another million.
Paul: It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves - that's the hard thing. The imagination - that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable.
Laura Jackson: What a stupid idiot.
Jed Clampett: Did you say something, ma'am?
Laura Jackson: What a stupendous intellect.
Jethro: That's cause I "grad-ge-ated" the sixth grade, ma'am. Only took three years.
Virgil: You're not dirty enough. You're not crazy enough.
Dan Saxon: I'm getting really fucking tired of hearing you say that.
Virgil: Yeah? Well being tired is a lot better than being dead, man.
Euripides: Yeah, yeah, I'm lickin' your balls, best balls I ever had. Uh-huh, you've got King-Kong balls. Your balls are so large, just big balls, I don't care. You just got big balls.
Cliff Murdoch: I just figured out why the Cubs lose every year. They've got more talent in the stands than they do in the field.
Ike Turner, Sr.: Hey, Anna Mae, where you goin'? I need to get some sleep.
Tina Turner: Go straight to hell, Ike.
Andre Toulon: The magic that gives my puppets life was stolen from a tribe of ancient, Egyptian sorcerers, who pledged their legiance to the demon lord, Zutek.
Mike Rogers: And if any of you got anything to say about me or my crew, you say it now, and you say it to my face.
Julie Vignon: Why are you crying?
La servante: Because you're not.
Bob Alexander: I'm going to kill him.
Alan Reed: You can't kill a President.
Bob Alexander: He's not a President. He's an ordinary person. I can kill an ordinary person.
Alan Reed: Bob.
Bob Alexander: I can kill a hundred ordinary people.
Det. Sean McKinney: I can't imagine the kind of pain you feel Matt. I'm not gonna pretend to. But don't condemn her to the same fate. She deserves better. You cleared her. She's at peace. Let her go, Matt. Let her go.
Matt Cordell: Talking to the voo-doo man "Finish it.
John Robert 'Jack' Sommersby: Now, do you love me?
Laurel Sommersby: Stop it! You're making me crazy.
Alan: Do you believe in the Devil, Father?
Father Meehan: I guess I have to. You can't have one without the other. Do you believe in God, Alan?
Alan: What's he look like?
Father Meehan: Look like?
Alan: Yeah. The Devil. What the hell does he look like?
Father Meehan: Well, he looks like you and me, I imagine.
Alan: So he could get his claws in us without our ever knowing, make us do things that we normally would never do. Terrible things.