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.
Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?
Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.
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.
Rose Cotter: I came to you, the person I'm supposed to trust most in the world, and I confided that I was scared to death. That I needed you. And you just didn't even listen to a word I was saying.
The Priest: There is so much more the body can be made to feel. And you'll feel it all, before we're through.
Sharon Shaw: It's all regrets. You run as fast as you can from the last regret and of course you are just running straight into the next one. That's life. It's all regrets. That's what they should say. No other way to be alive. It's all regrets. Make 'em count.
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.