Stifler: Well polish my nuts and serve me a milkshake.
Ms. Mullins: I've just been informed that all of your children are missing.
Grace: Oh my God!
Bruce: You can call me Bruce.
Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper.
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed.
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.
Chloe: It was the only way to help him stop.
Miranda: Stop what?
Chloe: Stop fucking me.
Brian O'Conner: You ready for this?
Roman: Come on, man. Guns, murderers and crooked cops? I was made for this, bro.
L.T.: I made him what he is, I can stop him.
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Pete: Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?
Beaver: Well there's trim there.
Pete: Oh, Beaver.
Tug: Okay, let's see... the most interesting thing that happened to me this year... hmm... I have to... Oh! I know, I know, I know, listen to this: I'd say it was when I finally knocked down that tree that was blocking the view from my cave. Now I got a family of chipmunks staying at my place.
Dan Dresden: You should've stayed with Street Breed, Kurt! You could've had 5 million dollars.
Kurt: Talk is cheap, Dresden.
Julian Mercer: When something happens to you that hasn't happened before, don't you at least have to find out what it is?
Mr. Sir: There ain't nothing down there. We woulda found it by now.
Mr. Pendanski: I wouldn't tell the queen bee that.
Mr. Sir: I ain't on stupid pills!
Eun-ju: Do you know what's really scary? You want to forget something. Totally wipe it off your mind. But you never can. It can't go away, you see. And... and it follows you around like a ghost.
Bough: Shall we call for back-up sir?
Johnny English: What? And watch some fat-bottomed bobby make our arrest for us? I don't think so.
Marlee: Anybody can be gotten to.
Sean Devine: What the fuck am I gonna tell him?"Hey, Jimmy. God said you owed another marker. He came to collect."