Frank Stokes: You can wipe out an entire generation, you can burn their homes to the ground and somehow they'll still find their way back. But if you destroy their history, you destroy their achievements and it's as if they never existed. That's what Hitler wants and that's exactly what we are fighting for.
Martin Luther King Jr.: Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson? Every white lawman who abuses the law to terrorize. Every white politician who feeds on prejudice and hatred. Every white preacher who preaches the bible and stays silent before his white congregation. Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson? Every Negro man and woman who stands by without joining this fight as their brothers and sisters are brutalized, humiliated, and ripped from this Earth.
Joan Clarke: Sometimes it is the people no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.
Aash: My wife loves it when I have to take a cab home because I'm too intoxicated to drive.
Stephen Hawking: There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there's life, there is hope.
Bob Gaudio: Tommy, no stolen goods, okay?
Tommy DeVito: Stolen goods? No! These fell off a truck.
Ruben: Why are their eyes so big?
Walter Keane: Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Bryan Bontrager: Yeah, see those - all this talking you've been doing at your concerts? That's got to stop, OK? People are paying to hear you sing, not to hear you talk. Do you understand that? No, no, no. You're there to make fans, not enemies.
Rich Wayne Mullins: What can I say? That's what happens when you're honest with religious people.
Taya Renae Kyle: If you think that this war isn't changing you, you're wrong. You can only circle the flames so long.
James Brown: Are we done, Mr. Byrd?
Bobby Byrd: I'm afraid not, Mr. Brown.
James Brown: I say, are we done?
Bobby Byrd: I think we got more funk in the trunk.
Carl Wilson: Paul McCartney called "God Only Knows" the greatest song ever written.
Grace: Do you believe in fairytales, Tuck?
Francis Tucker: No, I believe in "happily ever after."
Cheryl: Ash body. I prefer the ashes of the body. Soft and silver. As a pale light falling to earth.
Roland Leighton: Down the long white road we walked together. Down between the grey hills and the heather. You seemed all brown and soft, just like linnet. Your errant hair had shadowed sunbeams in it. And there shone all April in your eyes.
John du Pont: I'm getting Dave. And I don't care how much it costs.