Harriet: My mother says I was born with an angel on my shoulder. This is supposed to bring me luck and happiness. I think she lied.
Lt. Aldo Hines: Here's who you're dealing with: male Caucasian, 35, well educated, raised by his aunt who mysteriously disappeared when he was 16, has raped and strangled five women, escaped when being transported to San Quentin.
Fred Madison: I had a dream about you last night.
Renee Madison: Yeah? What was it about?
Fred Madison: You were in the house, calling my name, but I couldn't find you. Then there you were, lying in bed... but it wasn't you. It looked like you, but it wasn't.
Susan Tyler: When I increased the Judas' metabolism, I must have sped up its breeding cycle. I mean, we're talking tens, hundreds of thousands of generations, who knows how many mutations.
Peter Mann: I don't get it, I just don't fucking get this. How could the Judas evolve into this?
Susan Tyler: Think generations, not years, okay. It took only 40,000 generations for apes to turn into humans.
Peter Mann: So?
Susan Tyler: We changed its DNA, Peter! I mean, we don't know what we did.
Murray: One wish per customer and no wishes for more wishes. They plugged that loophole up years ago. In past years there were abuses.
Stanley Motss: I bet you're great at chess.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean: I would be if I could remember how all the pieces moved.
Katherine: Oh my god.
Martin Bells: This just doesn't happen! This is not happening! Cray, why are you doing this? What the hell are you doing?
Inspector Thomas Cray: Stop asking for the "how" and "why" Martin.
Liquor Store Manager: I said you'll have to leave or we'll call the police.
Kyle: Oh, relax okay?
Liquor Store Manager: That's it Barney, call the police.
Eric: Yeah, Barney cause you got first big guy? Hey ah, do you like this? Points to the bottle of wine.
Liquor Store Manager: Put the bottle back, sir.
Mima Kirigoe: What? This isn't true! I didn't write this.
Mima's Ghost: Of course you didn't. The real Mima is writing this.
Kenny: I'm gonna call the Ghostbusters on your ass.
Wendy Torrance: Well, at least you got plenty to eat in there, Jack.
Kate Mosley: We had sex, Mommy! You know? The really dirty kind.
Dr. Butz: When those lawyers start crawling all over you, that's when you know you're a doctor.
Mitchell Stephens: I can help you.
Billy Ansell: Not unless you can raise the dead.
Ellen: What happened?
Det. Duvall: Burglery... She lost a lot of jewelry. Not to mention the house trashed, the cat eviscerated.
Helen Holt: There's different kinds of love, darling. Some people you love no matter what, and others you love if the situation is right. To me, the best kind of love is the "no matter what" kind.
Ducky: I do not mind finding food. I do not want to be food.