David: They're coming to see me!
Otis: They're coming to see the Temptations.
David: Ain't nobody coming to see you, Otis!
Dr. Gonzo: You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.
Joe: Hey, your son is not a screw up, he's a hero.
Mr. Birch: What?
Joe: I said he's a hero. And you don't deserve him. I want you to know that.
Robert Boyd: Time for some serious self-exploration - how do I function. For real! No more bullshit. Can I keep my cool when they bounce my bananas, when they won't play my song, etc, etc, etc. Do you get me? DO you GET ME?
Michael Berkow: Not really, no.
Rachel Wagner: Listen, the last ferry leaves at eleven thirty. Just tell me you have a razor plan?
Steve: I am making this shit up as I go.
Anthony 'Hub' Hubbard: You will go to prison.
Agent Frank Haddad: You know what happens to women in prison?
Elise Kraft: Mmmmm... yummm.
Miss Clavel: You're giving me a gray hair.
Madeline: Could I see?
Miss Clavel: No.
Sam Gerard: Do you have a weapon?
John Royce: Yeah, a big one. How about you?
Michael McDonnell, gas station attendant: Someone's in the back... seat.
Brink: When you woke up this morning, did you say to yourself 'Today, I'm gonna talk.' or 'Today, I'm gonna skate!'?
Gia Carangi: Where are you going?
Linda: You don't have any clothes on.
Gia Carangi: Don't change the subject.
Annie O'Shea: But he's never told a lie in his life.
Jackie O'Shea: Well, he's making up for it now.
Daryl Zero: You're watching whales? Fuck the whales.
Harry Johanson: Once we have our little baby bombs all over the U.S., they'll be a monthly satellite bill that would make HBO green with envy. A hundred million dollars a month. And if they don't pay, we send the detonation signal... and good-bye, yellow brick road.
Tommy Hendricks: Good-bye, yellow brick road? Better buy some new CD's, Harry. It's pathetic.
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.
Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Ivy: Somebody has to teach this beautiful bird some manners. Might as well be me.
Paulie: What's wrong with my manners?
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?
Mewtwo: Human and Pokemon can NEVER be friends.