Pope Francis: When no-one is to blame, everyone is to blame.
Julia Knight: Dick me dead, and bury me pregnant.
Doc McGhee: I have managed the Scorpions, Bon Jovi, Skid Row, kiss. I had been dragged through the deepest shit with all kinds of mentally ill people. But I have never been through what Mötley Crüe put me through.
Jimmy Hoffa: You always charge a guy with a gun! With a knife, you run away.
Social Worker: What's so funny?
Arthur Fleck: I was just thinking... just thinking of a joke.
Social Worker: Do you wanna tell it to me?
Arthur Fleck: You wouldn't get it.
Elton John: Real love's hard to come by. So you find a way to cope without it.
Carroll Shelby: There's a point, 7000 rpm, where everything fades. The machine becomes weightless. Just disappears. And all that's left is a body, moving through space and time. 7000 rpm, that's where you meet it. Asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?
Ip Man: I teach Chinese Kung-Fu.
Cliff Booth: Hey! You're Rick fucking Dalton, don't you forget it.
Roy McBride: Can I have a blanket and pillow?
Flight Attendant: Certainly, that will be $125.
Robert Bilott: The system is rigged. The want us to believe that it'll protect us, but that's a lie. We protect us. We do. Nobody else. Not the companies, not the scientists, not the government. Us.
Steve: This is delicious. This dirty shitty river, this beer, this time. Wouldn't change it. The clock just... keeps tickin' down, and the lower that number gets, you realise how fucking amazing now is. The present is a miracle, bruh.
Rudy Ray Moore: Dolemite is my name, and fuckin' up motherfuckers is my game.
Mr. Breyer: Maybe there is something wrong with Brandon. He may look like us. He's not like us.
Mrs. Breyer: I will never turn against our son.
Mr. Breyer: He's not our son.
Calamity Jane: Ten years gone, 'proaching that same-self hill I thought to lay me down and rise no more... oof. Gimme wide berth, that's just passed wind! Possibly worse... Before eyes close for good an' all, I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs... show her a sign of lovin' regret from Calamity Jane to her darlin'. And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill. Oof, I've a left-cheek ass-blister's a percolatin' sonofabitch.
Queen: I want a guy to show me myself. I want him to love me so deeply that I'm not afraid to show how ugly I can be. I want him to show me scars I never knew I had. But I don't want him to make them go away, I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.
Ki-taek: Rich people are naive. No resentments. No creases on them.
Chung-sook, Ki-taek's wife: It all gets ironed out. Money is an iron. Those creases all get smoothed out by money.
Lionel Essrog: Tits on a Tuesday.
Rafiki: It is time.