Uncle Vernon: And Dudley, you will be?
Dudley Dursley: I'll be waiting to open the door.
Uncle Vernon: Excellent. And you?
Harry: I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.
Sister Madeline: If we can create this life with what imagination, why not the next?
Elvis: Uh, Mr. President... You're on the floor.
JFK: No shit?
Meg: Open the door so I can give her the shot.
Burnham: If we open the door you'll shoot us.
Meg: So give her the shot yourself.
Iris Hineman: If the unintended consequences of a series of genetic mistakes and science gone haywire can be called 'invention', then yes, I invented Precrime. (00:57:50)
Jason Bourne: How could I forget about you? You're the only person I know.
Dr. Scott: You don't want to hurt anyone.
Samara Morgan: But I do, and I'm sorry. It won't stop. Everyone will suffer.
Indrid Cold: Mary Klein cannot be found by looking. You will see her in time.
Scrappy Doo: I'm as cute as a Powerpuff Girl. I'll get my own show.
Emery: Where are Nick and Cathy, they should've been back by now. Why'd she have to go off on her own, anyway? That was extremely stupid.
Sy Parrish: And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.
Catherine: Suzon, I forgot one thing. I heard a strange sound. I looked through Augustine's keyhole, and I saw her standing at the mirror with something shiny. I thought nothing of it, but now I'm sure she was sharpening a knife.
Augustine: You liar! I was holding my mother-of-pearl comb and cleaning it.
Gaby: At 3:00 am?
Augustine: Combs never sleep.
Bobby: Excuse me. I don't mean to impose, but I am the Ocean.
Christabel LaMotte: I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
Rachael's Mom: Sweet Jesus, it smelled like someone died in here.
Pinhead: All problems solved? Not so simple, I'm afraid.