Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
Nyah Nordoff-Hall: What are you going to do? Spank me?
Tommy Pickles: I believe in the playground. It is my favoritest place. But two yesterdays ago two boys came and buried my brother's binky. Then he started to cry.
Dil Pickles: Binky.
Angelica: You have come to me on the day of this wedding for me to take care of two boys?
Tommy Pickles: No, just a new binky.
Capella: D'you ever watch wresting Ray?
Ray: Errr. Sure. I mean you know, now and then.
Capella: Cuz this is just like wrestling.
Ray: How?
Capella: Well it's reality, mixed with illusion, mixed with bullshit, mixed with... big scary guys from parts unknown, in dire need of psychiatric care.
Trina Sinclair: Hey, why don't you get your slut-bitch sister a leash.
Tom Tom: The heart is a sleeping beauty and love the only kiss it can't resist. Even if its eyes lay open wide, there is a heart that sleeps inside. And it's to there you must be hastening. For all hearts dream, they dream only of awakening.
Kurt Potter: Wha... how did you do this?
Erin Brockovich: Well, um, seeing as how I have no brains or legal expertise, and Ed here was losing all faith in the system, am I right?
Ed Masry: Oh, yeah, completely. No faith, no faith.
Erin Brockovich: I just went out there and performed sexual favors. Six hundred and thirty-four blow jobs in five days... I'm really quite tired.
Girl: He's bleeding.
Alex Corvis (The Crow): I don't bleed.
Meier Link: She is here by her own choice, dunpeal. So unless you're the kind of man who would take a woman against her will for the money in it - and I am sure it's a lot - I suggest you save your sorry ass now and leave us to travel in peace.
D: I would if I could believe you, Meier. Your credibility, however, is less than impeccable under the circumstances. You kidnapped the girl.
Sam Tiler: Jack was nimble. Jack was quick. Jack gouged eyes with candlesticks.
Bob Rueland: I miss Elizabeth. I'll always miss her. But I ache for Grace.
Bruton: Why is he doing this? Pushing them on with false hope?
Plio: It's hope that's gotten us this far.
Bruton: But why doesn't he let them accept their fate? I've accepted mine.
Plio: And what is your fate?
Bruton: To die here. It's the way things are.
Plio: Only if you give up, Bruton. It's your choice, not your fate.
Ben: I've been waiting on this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you.
Malcolm Turner: Ben, whatever you started in that bed, trust me, you're going to finish alone.
Football Announcer: Our next defeat is scheduled for next Friday, 8 o'clock.
Sten: We like fishing.
Karl: Fishing, hehe.
Sten: And in the winter we like skiing.
Christo: Yeah.
Sten: Of course, in Thailand there is no skiing.
Grandma Klump: Now that's what I call the Muy Caliente El Negro Special.
Fred Flintstone: Hey, was that an insult?
Gazoo: Well, if the shoe fits.
Barney Rubble: What's a shoe?
Gazoo: Than I guess it was an insult.
Grady Tripp: It's been a long time since someone wrote a really good book in jail.
Jim McConnell: They're us. We're them.
Medicine Man: Don't worry, it could be worse - he could be a white guy.