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.
David Percival: You can't un-fuck what's been fucked.
Lucas Weller: Mom, why would they scare us like that?
Rachel Weller: Because it's easier to build fear than build a wall. (01:20:05)
Moose Finbar: You do not want to know what's under those rhinos! I saw things I can never unsee, things that touched me.
Barry Allen: I eat a lot of snacks. I'm like a black hole of snacks...I'm a snackhole.
Agathe: Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was selfish and unkind. He taxed the village to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects, and his parties with the most beautiful people. Then one night, an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle, seeking shelter from the bitter storm. As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince turned the woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. When he dismissed her again, the old woman's outward appearance melted away to reveal a most beautiful enchantress. The prince begged her for forgiveness. But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. As days bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world, for the enchantress had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Diana Prince: You're a man...
Steve Trevor: Yeah... I mean... do I not look like one?
Clerk: I am terribly allergic.
Miguel: But Dante doesn't have any hair.
Clerk: And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are.
Father Gaston: The school, what was happening there. It was wrong.
Strickland: I can't wait to fuck you up.
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?
Professor Poopypants: Hiyah class, I'm your cool new teacher, not some scary guy with a secret evil agenda.
Edward Hyde: You are a younger man. But, you best learn to be wary of a man like me.
Daytrader: You always resort to violence!
Hound: I love violence.
Hobbs: I will beat you like a Cherokee drum.
Mitch Buchannon: There's your cot, don't jack off on my sheets.
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.
