Harold and Maude (1971)

Maude: That was fun! Let's play something together.
Harold: I don't play anything.
Maude: Nothing? Dear me, everybody should be able to make some music. That's the cosmic dance.

Mrs. Chasen: She provides the whole southwest with chicken feed.

Maude: Consistency is not really a human trait.

Priest: I would be remiss in my duty, if I did not tell you, that the idea of... intercourse - your firm, young... body... comingling with... withered flesh... sagging breasts... flabby b-b-buttocks... makes me want... to vomit.

Harold: You sure have a way with people.
Maude: Well, they're my species.

Harold: Do you... enjoy... knives?

Maude: Grab the shovel, Harold.

Harold: I haven't lived. I've died a few times.

Harold: Maude.
Maude: Hmm?
Harold: Do you pray?
Maude: Pray? No. I communicate.
Harold: With God?
Maude: With life.

Maude: You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing... oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage..

Harold: I like you, Maude.
Maude: I like you, Harold.

Maude: Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.