Rem: Snipa on palm tree.
Joe: The Martians have landed. They want our women.
James Ballard: Do you see Kennedy's assassination as a special kind of car crash?
Vaughan: The case could be made.
Mr. Preston: What else don't I know?
Marty Preston: What?
Mr. Preston: You hidin' Judd's dog and never lettin' on. What else you keepin' from me?
Marty Preston: Nothin', Dad.
Mr. Preston: Well how do I know that's not another lie?
Marty Preston: 'Cause it's not.
Mr. Preston: Oh yeah, well your sayin' so don't make it true, not now. And that's the problem with lyin'.
Lee Woods: You have one minute to decide the rest of your life.
Dignan: Son of a bitch! Anthony! Anthony! Bob's gone. He stole his car! He flew the coop while we were sleepin'.
Howard W. Campbell Jr.: I guess the moral here is: you must be careful what you pretend to be because in the end you are who you're pretending to be.
Mel Feynman: Richie, how old are you?
Young Richard: Six.
Mel Feynman: Well, act your age.
Jeremiah Biggs: Just because you can't see the air doesn't keep you from breathing. And just because you can't see God doesn't keep you from believing.
Cecil Parkes: No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three.
David: Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?
Leah Russell: I wish I was the one that was going away. Nothing ever happens around here. I gets up in the morning, bake my face in half a ton of slap, tong my hair with yesterday's lacquer, that's it. It's the same every bleeding day. There's fuck-all to look forward to.
Andy Warhol: So Candy, how often do you get your period?
Candy Darling: Every day. I'm such a woman.
Max Connor: I wish I had junk food from here to the sky.
Kazaam: Why not? Higher than high?
Lucy: Why are you crying?
Osvaldo Donati: Because I want to kiss you.