Frank Tramell: You have a choice.
Jack Bauer: I don't have a choice, you son of a bitch.
Narrator: Another home, another main street. Stephen looked around, then summed the burgh up thusly...
Young Stephen: Bloom, we've hit a one hat town. One theater. One car wash. One café. One park. One cat. Which, through some mishap, had one leg.
Delysia: Men are so untrusting. I can't think why.
Dylan Thomas: Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on the spendthrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages.
Ashley: Dan! Sorry, the phone scared me so I killed it.
Frank Allen: You caught me reminiscing. A lot of memories here. Buy you a drink?
Ed: Oh, I'd love to Frank, but uh... I'm kind of... I'm... I'm in a bit of a rush.
Frank Allen: I insist. After all, it is the traditional function of the father of the bride.
Ed: What is?
Frank Allen: Keeping the groom away from back exits.
Jenny Kido: Oooo, he got da key.
Robert 'Fish' Fishman: You're looking to score, I can respect that.
June Boatwright: Aw damn it to hell.
Ben Thomas: It is within my power to drastically change his cirumstances, but I don't want to give that man a gift he doesn't deserve.
R.I.P.L.E.Y.: A strange game. The only way to win is not to play,.
Trevor: What are you doing?
Sean: I am Googling at 30 thousand feet.
Trevor: Are you supposed to be doing that?
Sean: Welcome to the 21st century.
Derek: I love America, but I fuckin' hate cops.
Juliette Fontaine: The worst prison is the death of one's child. You never get out of it.
Jerry: [Talking about The Lion King] It's deeply deep. 'Cause the uncle kills the nephew's father.
Old Lady: Which is his brother.
Jerry: That's his brother. He kills his own brother, right? That's some heavy Shapeskearean shit.
Mike: [laughs]
Jerry: What's funny?
Mike: Shape...nothing.
Major General Hank Landry: My goodness, people, the arrogance of what you're asking us to help you do is mind-boggling.
Ian Hamilton: On that day I heard the voice of Scotland speak as loudly as it did in 1320. As long as a hundred of us remain alive, we shall never give in to the domination of the English. We fight not for glory, not for wealth, nor honors, but only and alone for freedom, which no good man surrenders but with his life.
Heather: What're you reading?
Nick: "Yuck!"
Heather: "Yuck!"? That's nice, isn't it?
Poppy: It's a classic, that.
Leegola: What else can we slay? Is that a hobbit over there?
Titanius Anglesmith: No, that's a hobo and a rabbit. But they're making a hobbit.