Paul Castellano: Johnny's problem is that he's a street Neapolitan, huh? Always scheming. Worse than the Sicilians.
Soames: The problem with the Irish is that they'll sing at the drop of a hat, but ask them to talk and they won't.
Benny Dalmau: What would you do if I kissed ya?
Gina Cardinale: You're out of your mind Benny. You should take more drugs.
Candy Darling: Aren't you gonna run after us?
Edna, the wheelchair-bound receptionist: That's a terrible thing to say.
Candy Darling: Honey, its a terrible world.
Ernest Hemingway: You love me, you just don't know it yet.
Eva Perón: So what happens now?
Ché: Another suitcase in another hall.
Eva Perón: So what happens now?
Ché: Take your picture off another wall.
Eva Perón: Where am I going to?
Ché: You'll get by, you always have before.
Eva Perón: Where am I going to?
Larry Flynt: What is more obscene: Sex or war?
Richard Feynman: Mathematics is a language. It's very difficult. It's subtle. You couldn't say those things any other way - and I can talk to dead people with it. I talk to Copernicus every day.
Cecil Parkes: No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three.
David: Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?