Sam Witwicky: Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?
Neville: God didn't do this. We did!
Eddie Brock: It's Brock, sir. Edward Brock Jr. I come before you today, humbled and humiliated, to ask you for just one thing. I want you to kill Peter Parker.
Wilbur: It's been a long, hard day, full of emotional turmoil and dinosaur fights.
Johnny Storm: Flame on!
Cris Johnson: I've seen every possible ending. None of them are good for you.
Amanda Dunfrey: I just want you to know that it's okay... being scared. And, well, if you need a friend, someone to talk too.
Mrs. Carmody: I have a friend. God, up above. I talk to him everyday. Don't you condescend me.
Amanda Dunfrey: I'm sorry?
Mrs. Carmody: Not ever. You don't mock me.
Amanda Dunfrey: That's not what I was doing.
Mrs. Carmody: I'll tell you what. The day I need a friend like you, I'll just have myself a little squat and shit one out.
Dallas: GET to THE chopper .
Pinbacker: At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here... But stardust.
Noah Wilder: You don't need that much sugar, dad.
Professor Farnsworth: Time travel is impossible!
Fry: But Professor, you time traveled yourself. Remember? When we went back to Roswell?
Professor Farnsworth: That proves nothing! And furthermore, you'd think I could remember a thing like that! Plus, who are you anyway?
Ben: Our world is a better world.
Henchman: Please, Father. Have mercy.
Priest: God has mercy. I don't.
Frylock: Oh what, you've never seen a bra before?
Master Shake: Not with the boob meat inside of it.
El Wray: I like the way you say 'fuck'.
Cherry Darling: Good. Fuck you.
John Oldman: Why not pass the Buddha's teachings on in a modern form.
Carlos Olivera: Just promise me one thing. When you get down there.
Alice: Consider it done.
Gary: This is all a dream?
Margaret: No.
Gary: I'm in a coma?
Margaret: No.
Gary: I'm dead? This is hell or purgatorium or something?
Margaret: Okay, purgatorium is where Romans vomited, but no, this is as real as anything can be.
Gary: What does that mean?
Margaret: Everything is what it is. You're not who you think you are.