Giant Santa: I'm gonna deck your halls, bub.
Lt. Jack Cole: Listen, um, I want you to deliver a message for me. You tell your asshole boss that nobody, nobody threatens me.
Donald Cunningham: I understand. I'll convey your feelings to Mr. Deverell.
Lt. Jack Cole: Now get your ugly white ass outta here and don't come back.
Hawthorne: I wouldn't have thought bravery would be a problem for you.
Charles Remington: Well, you hope each time it won't be... But you never really know.
Knuckles the Echidna: My hat's on fire! Help.
Louis: Men love to hate. It's what separates us from the females of the spieces. It's the natural law in Wild America.
Eddie Kasalivich: Doctor Sinclair and I ride together.
The President: Let's face it - he's dead.
Brazen: I agree.
Commander Mallory: Plissken's been dead so many times, I can't count them all. But he never stays down.
Alain Moreau: This is not your lucky day. Tell your boss to leave me the fuck alone.
Monfriez: Sir, if you get a hangfire on your weapon, what do you do? You wait, with your weapon pointed in a safe direction, 'cause sometimes the primer bursts, and if you open the chamber it blows up in your face. Leave this round in the chamber, sir.
Spyro: Haven't seen you in a while Bobby, where you been?
Bobby: I've been around, you know me I'm Alway's taking care of business.
Damien: Bobby explain something to me, how the fuck can you miss hitting a man in the head At Point Blank Range.
Bobby: I thought I hit him.
Garrett Lawton: I make it a point to know a little bit about everything.
Michael: I like it here, it's quiet. Nobody ever bothers a librarian.
Joe: The Martians have landed. They want our women.
John Smith: Does your boss have a first name?
Lucy Kolinski: Only in the bedroom.
Sala: The Phantom helped Diana to escape. I think he's in love with her.
Xander Drax: Oh really? This is getting more interesting by the minute. Why do you say that?
Sala: Because he could have had me... but he picked her. That could only be love.
Xander Drax: Or simply bad judgment.
Mr. Darrell Sherman: So is this a personal mission, or a joint operation between the CIA and the PTA?
Benjamin Trace: I came to save you, Job.
Job: In here, I am the savior.
Riggi: Hey, clown boy! Get off my street.
Christopher Dubois: Wait a minute.
Riggi: Hey, Dubois, what are you sick in the head or something? Please, grow up, go get yourself some new and nice clothes and come to work for me.
Christopher Dubois: I don't work for nobody.
Riggi: It's too bad, Dubois, it's too bad, you're a wasted talent, but nuts case, you know that. Suit yourself.