
Richie Tozier: Go blow your dad, you mullet wearing asshole. (01:07:15)

Ngoc Lan Tran: What kind of fuck you give me? What kind? American people, eight kind of fuck. Love fuck, hate fuck, sex-only fuck, break-up fuck, make-up fuck, drunk fuck, buddy fuck, pity fuck.

Bailey: So, in all my lives as a dog, here's what I've learned. Have fun, obviously. Whenever possible, find someone to save, and save them. Lick the ones you love. Don't get all sad-faced about what happened and scrunchy-faced about what could. Just be here now.

Gen. Glen McMahon: God damn it, Pete. Why are you fat?

Winston Churchill: Those who never change their mind never change anything.

P.T. Barnum: No one ever made a difference by being like everyone else.

Frank Adler: Diane instructed me... that I was only to publish it postmortem.
Evelyn: She died six years ago.
Frank Adler: It wasn't her death she was talking about.

Wilfred James: I discovered something that night that most people never have to learn. Murder is sin. Murder is damnation. But murder is also work.

Commander Bolton: Well, we'll know in six hours' time.
Colonel Winnant: I thought the tides are every three.
Commander Bolton: Then it's a good that you're Army and I'm Navy, isn't it?

Joe Bang: I am in-car-ce-ra-ted.

Anastasia Steele: When's the last time you went shopping?
Christian Grey: Houston. A week ago.
Anastasia Steele: What'd you buy?
Christian Grey: An airline.

Tulsa: People don't go around saying what they feel, whenever they feel it. They have guards, and-and shields and other metaphors.
Gardner Elliot: Why?
Tulsa: Because we're all messed up and scared and trying to be something that we're not and-and if we all went around just declaring our innermost desires to the exact people we felt them for, we all end up happy or something.