Goon: What the fuck is this?
[Picks up a bowling ball hesitatingly.]
The Dude: Obviously you're not a golfer.
Lieutenant Danny Roman: A quick lesson in lying. See, this is what us real cops do: We study liars. Example: If I ask you a question about something visual, like your favorite color, your eyes go up and to the left. Neurophysiology tells us your eyes go in that direction, because you're accessing the visual cortex. So you're telling the truth. If your eyes go up and right, you're accessing the brain's creative centers and we know you're full of shit.
Coach Willis: You're not much into sports.
Casey: I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased.
Coach Willis: "Being chased." I like that.
Allison: I should have my head examined again.
Sally Owens: Louis L'amour, who, by the way, was not a foreigner! He was from North Dakota, you asshole.
Michael McDonnell, gas station attendant: Someone's in the back... seat.
Reiko Asakawa: So that video is.
Ryuji Takayama: It's not of this world. It's Sadako's fury. And she's put a curse on us.
Daryl Zero: You're watching whales? Fuck the whales.
Special Agent Dana Scully: Any thoughts as to why anybody would be growing corn in the middle of the desert?
Special Agent Fox Mulder: Those could be giant Jiffy-Pop poppers.
Antonio: What you doing here sitting in the dark?
Jason: Spying on my neighbors. I think she's just discovered that her husband's go an online girlfriend. Now she's really reading him the riot act.
Antonio: Serious melodrama.
Jason: I'm telling you.
Antonio: I'm gonna have to try and fix you up one of those personal surveillance devices. Get you that all-important bird's-eye view.
Jason: Would that make me a bona fide, no-two-ways-about-it peeping tom?
Antonio: Definitely.
Jason: Go for it.
Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Sam: Kelly Van Ryan is accusing me of rape.
Kenneth Bowden: Kelly Van Ryan? As in Sandra Van Ryan?
Sam: As in, I'm fucked.
Milton Arbogast: Oh, someone has seen her, all right. Someone always sees a girl with $400,000.
Jack Ames: Fuck you.
Harry Ross: Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
Jack Ames: Him too.
Daphne Blake: What I need is a real, live ghost.
Velma Dinkley: That's an oxymoron, Daph.
Tyrell: Don't get her started all right. It's a long fucked up story and you probably won't believe it anyway. All I know is that this is the worst vacation of my life. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm fucking horny and I ain't seen one goddamn psycho killer.