Margaret: Oh, please don't say anything important.
Pocahontas: It would've been better if we'd never met. None of this would have happened.
John Smith: Pocahontas, look at me. I would rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
Diane Barrows: It was there, I know it, that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over - the-fence, World Series kind of stuff.
High School Principal: Mr. Madison, what you've just said, is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response, were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Billy Madison: OK, a simple "wrong" would have done just fine.
Art Dodge: For me there is only Rimbaud.
Liz Kerner: Rimbaud? Why?
Betty Kerner: Well, it's obvious. He's the original. I mean, Seagal and Van Damme are just cheap imitations.
Midge Callaghan: These potatoes are so creamy. Mary mashed them.
Seiji: Shizuku, I just wanted to let you know I really liked your lyrics. You're a really talented writer.
Shizuku: Just the other day you said they were corny.
Seiji: Oh, did I really say that?
Shizuku: Seiji.
Seiji: I'm sorry.
Shizuku: Ha! You're forgetful too. See you later.
MacDonald: I do not serve Robert McGregor. I am his friend, and count myself fortunate to claim it.
Jack Foley: You really know who you are, don't you?
Bernadette 'Benny' Hogan: Well, yes, of course I do.
Leo: Par, par, bogey, bogey, par, par.
Katharine: Every man on earth has his leaving step. If my husband had been a small man, he would not have been able to leave me. But he was a large man, and stepped over me as I slept, one great stride.
Greek Chorus Leader: Don't go any further. I know what you're thinking, Lenny, and forget it!
Lenny Weinrib: I can't forget it; the thought's been put in my head.
Chorus: Oh, cursed fate; certain thoughts are better left unthunk.
Reginald Anson: Pleasant enough sort of place, isn't it?
George Garrad: I suppose so, considering it's Wales.
Calvin Fuller: Look, Your Majesty, I don't want to insult you or anything, but are you nuts? This isn't the castle. This is the real, in-your-face, carjacking, drive-by-shooting, kill-you-for-your-Reeboks street life.
Matty Crompton: I wish humankind would create such altruistic virtues, but sometimes I think socialism may never be realised.
Jesse: I can never get very excited about other people ambitions for my life.
Guinevere: I want to marry you. Not your crown, not your army. Just you.
Anne: Oh, why is the whole town suffering from this dreadful misapprehension that I shall marry him.