Scarface: [Pointing at people] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!
Diamond: Make the money, don't let it make you.
Hopper: If I didn't promise my mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't kill you, I'd kill you!
Molt: You know, no-one appreciates that more than I do.
Cisco: That mother fucker loaded...he got piles of cash just layin' around the crib.
Doc: Do you have nicoise?
Diner Cook: I told you. We have ranch, Italian, and chunky bleu cheese, which is 50 cents extra.
Doc: Do you have any balsamic vinegar?
Diner Cook: I got ranch, Italian, chunky bleu cheese.
Doc: How about a gun so I can shoot myself in the head?
David: Yeah, where's our lawyer?
Big Bob: Oh, I think we want to keep these proceedings as pleasant as possible.
Dorian: I'd like to be the father-to-be.
Sally: You can't be the father and the brother! That's the kind of thing that messes kids up.
Rodney Fraser: One shouldn't be too hard on oneself when the object of one's affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped.
Luke: Anna! You do not run out on your mother.
Anna Harrison: No, that's your job.
Miss Clavel: You're giving me a gray hair.
Madeline: Could I see?
Miss Clavel: No.
Steve Arlo: I don't think he's ever kissed a girl. He's like 30-something years old.
Victor Bukowski: Even if I could pretend that you never left me... I couldn't pretend that I don't love her.
Mitch: Look, uh, it's kind of embarrassing to be physically afraid of a hundred year old man who just had a coronary. So, uh, can we hurry this along?
Cambi: Yeah, yeah, Joanie loves Chachi, but does Chachi give a flyin' fuck about Joanie?
Annie O'Shea: But he's never told a lie in his life.
Jackie O'Shea: Well, he's making up for it now.
Ivy: Somebody has to teach this beautiful bird some manners. Might as well be me.
Paulie: What's wrong with my manners?
Simon: I said, what does coffee and donuts have to do with God?
Rev. Russell: They're merely refreshments so people can socialize and talk about up coming events.
Simon: Who ever said church needs a continental breakfast?
Iggy: Woman, you are drunk.
Loretta Lee: Yes, I believe I am.
The Narrator: Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question: Why?
Z: I guess you prefer old Blood and Guts, huh? His idea of a romantic date is two seats at a public execution. Boy, you sure chose the right husband.
Bala: For your information, the general and I are deeply, deeply in... in... engaged.