Sir Lancelot: Sir Lancelot, at your service.
Teddy Roosevelt: Theodore Roosevelt, President of the United States of America.
Sir Lancelot: I have no idea what that means.
Max Simkin: Hey, Ma, let me ask you somethin'. You ever wish you were somebody else?
Sarah Simkin: No. I'm your mother. That's all I ever wanted to be.
Max Simkin: But... if you could do whatever you wanted to do, what would it be?
Sarah Simkin: Um... Have dinner with your father. That would be nice.
Carl Wilson: Paul McCartney called "God Only Knows" the greatest song ever written.
Cathy: Your wife won't miss you tonight?
Bart Winslow: No, she's busy renovating the entrance for her family's mansion for about the 17th time now.
Josh: I've learned along the way you can discover more by allowing yourself to be surprised by what you encounter.
Chairman: Mr. Evans fits the criteria of a malignant narcissist. Acts of rage frequently involving the attentions of a woman. There's violence in this man.
Dr. Ross: Your parole is denied.
Herbert: How could they penetrate security? Same way they always do. Money, sex or God.
Delarue: I underestimated you, soldier. You may have killed all my men, but you sure as hell.
Mick: Charles Manson is walking through the forest with this guy. And this guy turns to him and says, Dude, this is one scary forest. Charles turns to him and says, Shutup, man! I'm the one who's gotta walk outta here on my own!
Jamal: You are forcing me to betray my own father?
Günther Bachmann: You are not betraying him. You are saving him. That is an act of love.
Connor: Hope's a necessity where I come from.
Jami: It was crazy of me to think I could help the police, but I'm going to keep researching, keep writing, there are stories that need to be told, so.
Mary Bee Cuddy: You are a poor specimen of a man, Vester Belknap.
JR: Here's some proof that the bonobos aren't dying out.
Six: People like to blame me, but I'm just a witness. The things that I see would make angels weep. And they have wept.
Kat Connor: I miss fucking you.
Edward: You're a very very strange person, Hector. The kind of person I normally avoid like the plague. I'm glad I didn't.
News Reel Announcer: 1942, the South Pacific. The New Year finds USS Enterprise and her crew of 2,000 men preparing to deliver greetings to the Japanese, in the form of torpedo bombers and fighter planes. With last month's attack on Pearl Harbor still fresh in the minds of the American aviators, they've decided that revenge is a dish best served piping hot.