Marion Petrocell: The Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you, not in buildings of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood and I am there; lift a stone and you will find me.
Evelyn: You were actually at Hamunaptra?
Rick: Yeah, I was there.
Evelyn: You swear?
Rick: Every damn day.
Russell Franklin: Just what the hell did you do to those sharks?
Dr. Susan McCallister: Their brains weren't large enough to harvest sufficient amounts of the protein complex. So we violated the Harvard Compact. Jim and I used gene therapies to increase their brain mass, a larger brain means more protein. As a side effect the sharks got smarter.
Janice Higgins: You stupid bitch!
Kelly Scott: [On the phone.] Thank you, it's so rewarding to imagine my tax dollar finding its way to you, you fuckshit!
Hector Cyr: You are a saucy flirt.
Boris Balkan: Behold, I plunge my hands in fire! I feel no heat.
Dean Corso: That's just great! Give us another.
Dr. Frankenstein: Finally - my fiendish formula is finished.
Alvin Seville: Try saying that three times - quickly.
Dr. Frankenstein: My finished formula is frrr... my formlest fiendula is... my fishiest formula... my fie... never mind.
Mike Anderson: Pushers get pushed. It's a sad fact of life, but that's how it is. Pushers get pushed.
Ichabod Crane: Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
Pnub: Don't you watch the news?
Anton: I hate that fucking show.
The Warlock: A child of the caul, born of witch's blood. You'll be sacrificed and as your blood runs, I'll raise from the pits of Hell a woman, a consort who will mother a race of evil the world has never seen. It is my purpose, my destiny, and yours.
Mitsuo Katagiri: Godzillaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Maggie Witzky: Why are you doing this?
Tom Witzky: Water softens up the dirt.
Theo: You feel cut off from the world, but the world has missed you. Happy tossing and turning.
Melissa Marr: Now, that's enter-fucking-tainment.
Tillover: That's my order. My wish, is to slow dance with you, for one minute, Compton style.
Jimmy Sands: Clip their wings? Man, could you just shoot their damn heads off? And don't miss.
Heather Donahue: How would we have, like, just... Made a campsite in the middle of three piles of rocks, just by coincidence?
