Tobin Frost: Time's a-wasting. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Leo: Life's all about moments, of impact and how they changes our lives forever. But what if one day you could no longer remember any of them?
Jim Green: Have a great day.
Cindy Green: That's too much pressure.
Jim Green: Have the day you have.
Trish: Don't choose the better man, choose the man who makes you a better woman.
Steve Stifler: Ladies, you'd better be working hard - you weren't hired for your looks. Actually you were. Not you.
Frédéric Bourdin - Imposter: Before I was born, I definitely had the wrong identity. I already didn't know - I was already prepared not to know who I really was. A new identity with a real passport, an American passport... I could go to the U.S., go to school there, live with that family, and just being someone and don't have never again to worry about being identified. I saw the opportunity.
Once-ler: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You wouldn't hit a woman.
The Lorax: Hoo! That's a woman?
DC Nancy Lewis: Don't give him a reason to look up your skirt.
DI Jack Regan: As long as he ain't looking up your skirt.
Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.
James Bonomo: What are we, fucking Vikings?
Andrew Scott: From this moment on, you are no longer a slave to the government. From this moment on, your mind is your own. From this moment on, you will seek vengeance from your oppressors. Freedom is yours.
Aubrey Miller: You're ridiculous.
Dave Hodgman: Well, deal with it.
Adam Carlson: I think Barrow might have one great story left in her.
Charlotte Bless: I'm not gonna blow a friendship over a stupid little blowjob.
Walter Ross: In most cases, officers get tactical partners. Langley sets me up with some sort of scrabble hustler.
Lisa Morales: Scrabble Yoda, OK? Get it right.
The Major: Perhaps, sir, since out little caper is far from over, perhaps we should consider removing the cartilage.
Harry Deane: Don't be an ass, man. I'm hardly likely to be hit in the face a third time.
The Major: Uh, that was the third time, sir.
Harry Deane: This isn't a math class.
Mr. Rzykruski: Back home, everyone is scientist. Even my plumber wins Nobel Prize. Your country does not make enough scientist. Always needs more. You should be a scientist, Victor.