Sidney Prescott: Sam, I want you to help us kill him.
Sam Carpenter: You want me to help you and the host of a morning show to commit murder?
Gale Riley: Correct.
Sidney Prescott: Yeah.
Big Mac: Caw caw motherfuckers. Let's blow this bitch.
Vick Wallinger: We cannot afford the embarrassment of a prosecution. I need to know the man I send can do what's necessary.
Henry Pelham: You gonna say it?
Vick Wallinger: No, Henry, I'm not.
The Priest: There is so much more the body can be made to feel. And you'll feel it all, before we're through.
Tatiana Tasserly: It be-teaches us something about ourselves.
Fletch: Wow. Thank you. I think I have my pull quote.
Norma Jeane: Marilyn doesn't exist. When I come out of my dressing room, I'm Norma Jeane. I'm still her when the camera is rolling. Marilyn Monroe only exists on the screen.
Constable Stalker: Stop in the name of the Law.
Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.
Hercule Poirot: The romance of the desert has the power to seduce. I ask you: have you ever loved so much, been so possessed by jealousy, that you might kill?
Roy: Monk.
Roy: Who walks out into the cold, in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
Monk: I ain't good at riddles.
Abilene Shaw: When I told my mom I was going to New York, she said, bless your heart. Which is Texas for go fuck yourself.
