Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
Brad Allen: I've had hangovers before, but this time, even my hair hurts.
Lt. Cmdr Matt T. Serman: Sir, Sea Tiger was built to fight. She deserves a better epitaph than 'Commissioned 1940, sunk 1941, engagements none, shots fired none.' Now, you can't let it go that way. That's like a beautiful woman dying an old maid, if you know what I mean by old maid.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: Did you ever sell used cars?
Lt. Cmdr. Matt T.Sherman: No, Sir.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: I've got a hunch you missed your calling.
Major Kendall: I don't understand a man like Miles giving up that easily.
Col. John Marlowe: Maybe losing that arm took some of the fight out of him.
Major Kendall: No... the man I knew could lose both arms and still try to kick you to death.
[Roger Thornhill's matchbook carries the initials RoT.]
Eve Kendall: What does the O stand for?
Roger Thornhill: Oh, nothing.
Jeff Trent: Ah, what's the use of makin' a fuss. Last night I saw a flyin' object that couldn't a possibly been from this planet, but I can't talk about it. I'm muzzled by Army Brass. I can't even admit I saw the thing.
Dr. Milo Craigis: Their available food on ze island is nearing depletion.
Showgirl: So, honeychile, you had a mammy.
Sarah Jane: Yes. All my life.
Sister: It's Matron's round.
Percy Hickson: Mine's a pint.
Adm. Bridie: Would you have a glass of sherry - with an old man?
Lt. Hosgood (Bridie's secretary): No, sir. But, I would very much like to have one with you, sir.
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no-one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Sylvia Hunter: I'm perfectly willing to come to you whenever you want.
Ken Jorgenson: All summer?
Sylvia Hunter: All summer.
Ken Jorgenson: What about the winter? All the winters... all our lives?
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
Carla Goetabaug: You know, it's one thing to spend ones days and nights with a man under the earth, another under one roof in Scotland.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Well, ehh... what do you propose?
Carla Goetabaug: Oh, that's not a word I'd bandy about, Professor.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: What did I say? Which word?
Carla Goetabaug: I thought it would catch in your throat.
Doctor Richard Mortimer: But this is remarkable.
Sherlock Holmes: Superficial. There is nothing remarkable about using one's eyes.
Oliver 'Ollie' Higgins: It isn't as though I'd taken out a pistol and shot her or taken a knife and stabbed her, is it doc?
Dr. Warren Chapin: If you kill anybody deliberately, it's murder. No matter how you do it.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: In my report I shall state that death was caused by a stunning blow followed by severe laceration and hemorrhage.
Lt. Andy Anderson: In plain English, he didn't know what hit him.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: Oh he knew, but he didn't have time to think about it.
Carla Vesari: Captain Reynolds, is this your first war?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: It is definitely my last.
Carla Vesari: I think you love it. Like most men, you relish war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Miss Vesari, this may come as a shock to you, but I do not like war.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.