Paul Child: What is it you REALLY like to do?
Julia Child: Eat!
Francois Pienaar: I may break my arm, my leg, my neck, but I will not let that freaking guy go.
John: There's just no point hating someone you love.
John Keats: Touch has a memory.
Fanny Brawne: I know it.
Thomas Huxley: Mr Darwin, sir? Either you are being disingenuous or you do not fully understand your own theory. Evidently, what is true of the barnacle is true of all creatures, even humans. The Almighty can no longer claim to have authored every species in under a week. You've killed God, sir! You've killed God.
Fred Noonan: Might be easier to shoot me.
Amelia Earhart: Just lightening the load.
Fred Noonan: You got room for 180 pounds of asshole?
Steve Lopez: I don't give a smooth fart whether or not we go.