Claire Peterson: Go fuck yourself.
Noah Sandborn: I'd rather fuck you.
Bianca Piper: In the end, it isn't about popularity or even getting the guy. It's about understanding that no matter what label is thrown your way, only you can define yourself.
Teddy: It's a dog eat dog world and power goes to the beast with the sharpest teeth.
Maria Altmann: If I'm going back, I might as well do it in style.
Evelyn Greenslade: I don't know why I tell you anything.
Muriel Donnelly: Because I'm older and wiser.
Evelyn Greenslade: Nineteen days older.
Muriel Donnelly: That's the entire lifespan of a wasp.
Violet Miller: You want me to respect the law? Then make the law respectable.
Scarlett Overkill: Work for me, and all this will be yours: respect, power...
Stuart the Minion: Banana!
Scarlett Overkill: ...Banana.
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.
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.
Mrs. Munro: Your dad hated what he did for a living. Mechanic in a garage, like his dad before him. When he got called up, he said to me, "My love, I'll not spend this war "underneath the oil pan of some toff's jeep. "I'm gonna put in for the RAF." So he did. He trained. Scored high marks, got assigned to a Bristol Blenheim, Mark IV. Blown out of the sky. First time up. All his mates who worked the motor pool came home without a scratch.
Frank Martin: It's like the Count said to his Musketeers, I don't cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
Lily: You're the ogre.
Adam Jones: Yes. But I bake great cakes.
Fin Shepard: How can they survive in space?
April Shepard: How can they survive in a tornado?
David: I'm going to do it with a knife.
Short Sighted Woman: Do you want me to come with you?
David: I'd rather you didn't.
Short Sighted Woman: Don't worry. It's strange at first but then you'll get used to it. The other senses are heightened, touch for example, and hearing.
David: I know... I won't be long.
Maya Blart: Look, Dad, you're going to have to get use to the idea that I'm a big girl now.
Paul Blart: Ok, first of all, we're all big. We're Blarts. Wide hips, thick ankles, and a low center of gravity. That's how the good Lord made us. That's why we're no good at running hurdles. Never will be.
Mr. Green: We both know Miley was flawless.
Elise Rainier: Loving someone is just delayed pain, isn't it?
G.H. Hardy: There are no proofs nor underlying laws that can determine the outcome of matters of the heart. Of that I'm sure.
Dr. Cyril Wecht: The NFL owns a day of the week. The same day the Church used to own. Now it's theirs.
Officer Flynn: You threatening me, Bulger?
Whitey Bulger: The last thing I would do if I was planning to harm you was to warn you in advance, you dumb fuck.
Officer Flynn: You better watch yourself, Bulger.
Whitey Bulger: You better fuck yourself, Flynn.