The Creature: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
George: Excuse me, sir, can I help you? Oh, Mr. Swinton, I didn't recognize you.
Stewart: I'm here to see Miss Alden, George.
George: Well, I'm afraid I'll have to call. May I ask your business with Miss Alden?
Stewart: My business is pleasure, George. Does she look like the fuck of the decade or what?
Lestat: Listen, Louis. There's life in these old hands still. Not quite Furioso. Moderato? Cantabile, perhaps.
Claudia: How can it be?
Lestat: Ask the alligator. His blood helped. Then on a diet of the blood of snakes, toads, and all the putrid life of the Mississippi, slowly, Lestat became something like himself again. Claudia... You've been a very, very, naughty little girl.
The Shadow: The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Morty: I should've returned that book to the library five years ago! I don't know what you saw, but leprechauns don't exist.
Leprechaun: What's that ya say? Leprechauns don't exist?
John Trent: I'm not insane, you hear me! I'M not insane.
Inmate 1: I'm not if he's not.
Inmate 2: Me neither.
Johnny McFarley: Hey Peaches, want some ribs?