Vanessa: I just wanna know where I belong.
Mona Hibbard: You belong in the family box.
Jack Byrnes: So what if he took the MCATs? He's still not good enough for Pam.
Dina Byrnes: Who is, Jack? Nobody has ever been good enough for your Pam. I mean, do you realise that you never even warmed up to Kevin until she broke up with him? Maybe it's time you think about what Pam wants.
Honey: No! Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about your little movie.
Cecil: Little?
Honey: I didn't mean, you know, little. I meant, you know, low-budget... ly cult.
Miranda Frayle: I'm absolutely determined that the Countess of Marshwood shall be the longest, and greatest, role I ever played.
Felicity Marshwood: I do hope you won't find it too much of a strain.
Nigel: Mother.
Felicity Marshwood: I do know what I'm talking about. I've played it for years. I find it a good part, but technically rather exhausting.
Betty Sizemore: My friend says if you were any more handsome it would be a crime. It's a shame you're such an asshole.
John Grady Cole: I guess the country lasts forever, people ain't but for a little while.
Terry Thorne: Go loud.
Profion: Let their blood rain from the sky.
Rubin: It's supposed to be a challenge, that's why they call it a shortcut. If it was easy it would just be the way.
Pinhead: It's all a puzzle, isn't it, Joseph? Like a game of chess, perhaps. The pieces move, apparently aimlessly, but always towards one single objective: to kill the king. But who is the king in this game, Joseph? That is the question you must ask yourself.
Jimmy King: I got three words for you, baby! Nine One One.