Major Collins: We'll give 'em hell, Malone! We'll show 'em what the human race is really made of.
Gene Loomis: Y'know, it's hard to believe you're a grown-up.
Ruth Corday: No kidding.
Lawrence Woolsey: You think grown-ups have it all figured out? That's just a hustle, kid. Grown-ups are making it up as they go along, just like you. You remember that, and you'll do fine.
Randolph: You must have something special, that's why Willy didn't eat you up. Maybe high blood, medicine roots.
Jesse: No way.
Randolph: Then you're just one lucky little white boy, you like the sound of that better?
Doctor Jarret: When you think of guard dogs, you first think of German Shepherds: they are smart, lethal... but not good enough. Now we developed the new Emax3000. They are totally obsolete.
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.