Molly: My daddy doesn't think she's in heaven.
Corrina Washington: Well, that's probably just because your daddy is so jealous of the angels. He's so jealous, he can't even stand to think about those angels who get to play with your mommy all day long. And he's hurting just like you're hurting, and you're going to hurt for a long time. Every day it'll get a little better, but you'll always miss your mommy, and that's okay.
Muriel: When I lived in Porpoise Spit, I used to sit in my room for hours and listen to abba songs. But since I've met you and moved to Sydney, I haven't listened to one Abba song. That's because my life is as good as an Abba song. It's as good as Dancing Queen.
Don Juan: There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.
Peter Brackett: Where did you say you were from? Bitchville?
Claudette: I've told you, not to bother me before a show, or after a show. Or, at home in my bedroom, when I'm thinking about a show.
Jack Hammond: That's the question on the minds of all your viewers? Whether I run out of gas or not? Tell you what, Jer. You let your viewers know that I hope Miss Voss' fear and my desperation are entertainment enough for them. After all, that is what this is all about, isn't it? The story. As it breaks. Live. Coming to you from the bad guy himself. I mean we wouldn't want your viewers to change the fucking channel, now, would we?
Red Bean's Mother: You ate my chicken ass, now I'm going to eat your ass.
Nathan Liebknecht: Ahh, he threw the racket up to get the birdie. He threw Godel's cane up there to get the racket.
Kurt Godel: I threw Podolsky's golf club up there to get even with him.
Vera Johnson: People like you come and go, Carly. You mean just one less Christmas card to me.
Alice Green: That is a sad little ensemble.
Mowgli: The more I learn what is a man, the more I want to be an animal.
Ludwig van Beethoven: It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer.
Dr. Bill Capa: What do you give a suicidal patient who's got everything?
Dr. Bob Moore: A parachute. I heard it already.
Francesco Dellamorte: You're supposed to be setting a good example, now will you get back to your coffin immediately.
Vincent Eastman: So, Richard, huh?
Sally Eastman: Who?
Vincent Eastman: Richard! Pancakes in the shape of animals, Richard.
Sally Eastman: He's a friend of the family.
Vincent Eastman: Does she eat them at least?
Sally Eastman: Not usually.
Dr. Alex Hesse: My nipples are very sensitive.
Frank Wheeler: Which brings us to... intercourse! Can I have a volunteer?
Norville: You know, for kids.
Terry McKay: I guess I'm happy when I don't want to be anywhere else but where I am.