Gilbert Sipes: Go play your banjo, Goober.
Nix: I was born to murder the world.
Stuart Smalley: Because what they say is true - it's easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.
Adele: Come on. Where is everybody? People are starving in the former Yugoslavia.
Art Dodge: For me there is only Rimbaud.
Liz Kerner: Rimbaud? Why?
Betty Kerner: Well, it's obvious. He's the original. I mean, Seagal and Van Damme are just cheap imitations.
Shiho: Tidy up quickly and take that lunch box to Dad.
Shizuku: What?
Shiho: What do you mean by that tone? You're going to the library, right? Or shall I go instead? Then you can clean the toilet, the bathroom, and the entryway too, and go to the co-op for me. And take in the futons, do the shopping, and prepare dinner.
Shizuku: Goodbye.
Darius: Just think of aids as the guest that won't leave, the one we all hate. But you have to remember: Hey! It's still our party.
James Stamphill: When you try to win sometimes, you lose sight of th goal.
Casey: I don't want to be sick anymore, okay?
Matt: You don't have to.
Casey: I don't want to live like this.
Matt: You don't have to.
Casey: They'll lock me up.
Matt: No... no, I'm not gonna let 'em... all right? But you can't do this yourself. Neither can I... I tried, okay? I can't do it.
Casey: Well then go... if it's too much for you to handle.
Matt: I can handle it, all right? I mean I'm here, aren't I? I'm here right now! I'm not leaving.
Doctor Sam Loomis: I knew what he was, but I never knew why.
Wanda: Is everybody hurt? Is anyone okay?
T.S. Quint: Why do palm reading topless?
Brodie: It makes the news easier to take. She could tell me I was going to die in ten minutes, just as long as she told me topless.
T.S. Quint: Your maleness amazes me sometimes.
Maya: All women are princesses, it is our right.
Bruno Parker: I never saw anything funny that didn't cause pain.
Edgar Alabaster: I don't like your attitude, sir. I've never liked it. I believe that you sneer in your heart.
Lieutenant Max Hoover: See, that's federal property. This isn't. This is L.A. This is my town. Out here you're a trespasser. Out here I can pick you up, burn your house, fuck your wife, and kill your dog. And the only thing that'll protect you is if I can't find you. And I already found you.
Anne Elliot: If I may, so long as the woman you love lives, and lives for you, all the privilege I claim for my own sex, and it is not a very enviable one - you need not covet it, is that of loving longest when all hope is gone.
