Angela Lansbury: Walt Disney described the art of animation as a voyage of discovery, into the realms of color, sound, and motion. The music from Igor Stravinsky's ballet "The Firebird" inspires such a voyage. And so we conclude this version of "Fantasia" with a mythical story of life, death, and renewal.
Tuptim: If love were a choice, who would choose such exquisite pain?
Tillover: That's my order. My wish, is to slow dance with you, for one minute, Compton style.
Melissa Marr: Now, that's enter-fucking-tainment.
Sonny: I know this is the right thing because I would die for this kid just so he won't feel one ounce of sadness. That's why you're here right now, to protect me, to be scared for me to be a good father. And that's exactly what I'm gonna be.
Richard Twat: As we always say at the Guest House Paradiso: Have fun, don't go in the water if you know what's good for you and try not to get shit on the sheets.
Leo Morton: Ed, can you take that Delta?
Ed Clabes: No, I can't take the Delta, my airspace is finite.
Barry Plotkin: Uh-oh, Ed's going down the drain.
Ed Clabes: I am not going down the drain.
Barry Plotkin: Oh yes you are. It happens every time you use the term "finite."
Dr. Bill Harford: Now, where exactly are we going... exactly?
Gayle: Where the rainbow ends.
Dr. Bill Harford: Where the rainbow ends?
Nuala: Don't you want to go where the rainbow ends?
Dr. Bill Harford: Well, now that depends where that is.
Gayle: Well, let's find out.
Henry: The cops are around, we gotta lay low for a while... wow, I never thought I'd say that.
P.A. Announcer: The blouse man is on the premises.
Val Resnick: The problem with kicking a Chow's ass is an hour later you wanna do it again.
Cole Sear: I see dead people.
Maggie Witzky: Why are you doing this?
Tom Witzky: Water softens up the dirt.
Gilbert: Every theatrical performance is a contrivance by its very nature.
Sullivan: Yes, but this piece consists entirely of an artificial and implausible situation.
Gilbert: If you wish to write a Grand Opera about a prostitute, dying of consumption in a garret, I suggest you contact Mr Ibsen in Oslo. I am sure he will be able to furnish you with something suitably dull.
Zenon: Zetus lupetus.
Graham: I'm Graham and I like girls. A lot.
Heather Donahue: We have enough battery power to run a small third world country here.
Asami Yamazaki: Words create lies. Pain can be trusted.
Angie: OK, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad.
Ben: Next time, you should think before you open your mouth.
