Behrani: You have my respect for your heart.
Darrell: Eva's sisters gave her a cross with Jesus on it for her birthday, the next day Jesus was gone.
Nathan Zuckerman: I'm writing a book... it's called 'The Human Stain'.
Cassandra: Can you smell bluebells?
Rose: I can smell heaven.
Ron Launius: What the fuck am I going to do with a microwave?
John Holmes: You can heat food with it.
Ron Launius: The only thing I want to heat up right now is some dope.
Andre Stander: I'm tried for robbing banks. But, I have killed unarmed people.
Judge: That is not the business of the court.
Woo-jin Lee: Dae-su Oh talks too much.
Chris: I'm not a total dead loss as a woman, I may not be able to knit or make plum jam but I can bake a bloody Victoria sponge... 'course I didn't bake this one, I got it at Marks and Spencer.
Tigger: Aww, I just love a hoppy ending.
Desi Arnaz: I work hard, I play hard, I drink hard and I love hard.
Vermeer: Look at me. Now, turn your head. Not your shoulders. Look at me. There. That's it.
Iggy: Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.
Psychologist: You know, some folks believe everyone has a public life, a private life, and a secret life. What do you think about that?
Dan Mahowny: The thing is, I guess... that my secret life... is a bit less secret than everyone else's right now.
Sylvia: Sometimes I dream the tree, and the tree is my life. One branch is the man I shall marry, and the leaves my children. Another branch is my future as a writer, and each leaf is a poem. Another branch is a good academic career. But as I sit there trying to choose, the leaves bring to turn brown and blow away, until the tree is absolutely bare.
Detective Park Doo-Man: Do you get up each morning too?
Willard's Mother: Oh, what is that on your hand?
Willard: I... it's, it's soap.
Willard's Mother: It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will - when will you find yourself a girl?
Alexander Kerner: The future lay in our hands. Uncertain, but promising.