Henry Sturgess: If vengeance is all you seek, you will never be able to save mankind. Fight this war with me, not for one man but for the whole world... Mr President.
Neil: So what do we do now?
Norman Babcock: Uhh... I... I - I really don't know.
Courtney: Yes you do, Norman. You've gotta get to that witch's grave.
Norman Babcock: But.
Courtney: But nothing, you listen to me, buster. We didn't turn away when Daleridge High was slaughtering our volleyball team, did we?
Norman Babcock: Yeah, we did.
Courtney: No, we didn't. I have cheered the un-cheerable, Norman. And I'm not letting you give up now.
Dredge: No monsters allowed in the hallway! You, you'll have to leave immediately! You have to leave now!
Bruce: Dredge, no! Get away from them! What are you doing!?
Dredge: This... Is a boarding school for orphaned children, not orphaned monsters! You-Your assignment for next week is to prepare a 10-page- no, no, no, no, make it a 100-page, single-spaced,12-point Helvetica apology, in bold, mind you, in bold...for trespassing on our property. Do you understand? Do you? Do you understand, you stupid, foul, skunky, stinky, ugly, slobbering monster!?
[Crypt Eaters pounce Dredge and Dredge screams in agony.].
The Director: This is all most unpleasant. I know you can hear me. I hope you'll listen. You won't get out of this complex alive. What I want you to try to understand is that you mustn't. Your deaths will avert countless others. You've seen horrible things: an army of nightmare creatures. And they are real. But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath us. There is a greater good, and for that you must be sacrificed. Forgive us... And let us end it quickly.
Andrew Scott: From this moment on, you are no longer a slave to the government. From this moment on, your mind is your own. From this moment on, you will seek vengeance from your oppressors. Freedom is yours.
Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.
Mr. Rzykruski: Back home, everyone is scientist. Even my plumber wins Nobel Prize. Your country does not make enough scientist. Always needs more. You should be a scientist, Victor.
Marshall Gaza: I was once a sinner.
Angel: Damn right, you were! Cherry Gaza. You all virgin eater.
Marshall Gaza: You whore of Babylon! You painted cat! You womb of vipers! The smell of Jezebel has no power over me now.
Eric: Those things are vampires! We need crucifixes, garlic, silver, holy water, and Christopher Lee.
Ray Macguire: No, you soppy tart, those things are fucking zombies.