Manech (13 Years Old): Do I stink of fish?
Walt Wagner: Maybe you should go back to your shrink... Discuss it.
Hobie: He just recommended Prozac. I think he has stock in the company, honestly.
Salerio: Why, I am sure, if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh: what's that good for?
Shylock: To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
Samuel Bicke: What about my rights?
Bonny Simmons: You got a right to be mad.
Chuck Horner: Is your dad a squid?
Joey: No, sir. My mom.
Priest: I assure you, when one lives in the grace of God, war does not exist.
Frank T. Hopkins: I'm not a gambling man.
Sheik Riyadh: Quite the contrary. You are gambling with your very life.
Samantha Mackenzie: I'm the devil, See?
William Travis: One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
Mr. Rad: Get yo' head up. You lost the money, it's gone. But, you can't lay around in yo' misery too long. Do not walk outta' this place and start to second guess yo' talent. You got yo' ass whooped tonight. But, I done seen y'all whoop a many a ass, right in the same place. Now, you lost. Lemme tell you somethin' my father told me, is: "If it don't kill you, it makes you stronger." Remember that.
Ollie: George Michael is all about the ladies. "I want your sex." Does that sound like he's singing to a guy?
The Stranger: Frankie's a very... very lucky boy.
Lizzie: How'd you figure that one out? I'm his mother and I lie to him every single day.
The Stranger: No. No, you protect him every single day.
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?
Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.
Linda Porter: We've become such fast friends. I was hoping you might. He'd be a good companion for you.
Cole Porter: Linda?
Linda Porter: I don't want you to be lonely.
Peter Sellers: People ask me why do I keep compromising my artistic integrity by walking in front of Blake's cameras. And you know what I tell them? Money.
Ramtha: Do I think you're bad? I don't think you're bad. Do I think you're good? I don't think you're good either. I think you're God.
George W. Bush: Sure a dictatorship would be easier.