Napoleon Solo: He's trying. To stop. The car.
Gaby Teller: We're struggling here. Why don't you take a shot at him?
Napoleon Solo: Somehow, it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do.
Sheriff Franklin Hunt: Say goodbye to my wife. I'll say hello to yours.
Max: You know, hope is a mistake. If you can't fix what's broken, you'll go insane.
Olaf: I can't read... or spell.
Cinderella: It was my mother's old dress.
Lady Tremaine: It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.
Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Hugo: Have you ever wondered what would happen, if all the geniuses, the artists, the scientists, the smartest, most creative people in the world decided to actually change it? Where, where could they even do such a thing? They'd need a place free from politics and bureaucracy, distractions, greed - a secret place where they could build whatever they were crazy enough to imagine.
Kevin Griswold: There was a hole in the side of my stall.
Rusty Griswold: Sounds like you found yourself a glory hole.
Petit's Mother: Edmond, could we reconsider... give him one more chance?
Petit's Mother: No, the carrots are cooked.
Benji Dunn: Let me guess. Presumed dead?
Ethan Hunt: Well tonight, I just made it official.
Margaret: Look, isn't that those Nestrians?
Flamingo: Oh, yeah. Finally they found where they belong.
Lion: Yeah, probably we should've told them at the check-in, don't you think?
Parthian Queen: Power is a conceit which reveals our limitations.
Titus Abrasax: Lies are a necessity. They are the source of meaning - of belief and hope. Honestly, lies are sometimes the only reason I get out of bed.
Gertrude Bell: Even if you do not hear from me for several months, pay no attention and send no-one.
Charles Doughty-Wylie: The Druzes will take you for a spy.
Gertrude Bell: Yes, well maybe I am. Maybe I am a spy. But I am a spy for no-one. No one but myself.
Fish: Alright, all secondary characters, come with me.
Scott Fischer: Sit down man, acclimatize.
Wyatt Earp: What's shakin' Twain?
Mark Twain: Hey, I'm good on anything. Just like gravy, baby. Good to see you my man.
Wyatt Earp: You too, man.
Wyatt Earp: Hey, I finally read Prince and the Pauper.
Mark Twain: Oh, is that right?
Wyatt Earp: Didn't get it.
Mark Twain: For reals?
Wyatt Earp: Satire! Boom! I got ya.
Litvenko: You're a bastard.
John Smith: I know.
Litvenko: No. You don't. You're a result of inferior technologies. A failed experiment. An Agent's advantage is not his body, John Smith. It's his mind. You will never be as good as him.