Greg Stillson: My God! What a glorious day.
Sonny Elliman: Amen.
Johnny Smith: Your father says there's something wrong with you, he wants me to bring you out of your shell. I don't know what to do.
Chris Stuart: You don't have to do anything. It's my dad that lives in a shell, not me.
Greg Stillson: Let's send Greg Stillson to the United States Senate - and mediocrity to hell.
Greg Stillson: Put your hand on the scanning screen, and you'll go down in history with me.
Five Star General: As what? The world's greatest mass murderers?
Greg Stillson: You cowardly bastard! You're not the voice of the people, I am the voice of the people! The people speak through me, not you.
Greg Stillson: You put your god damn hand on that scanning screen, or I'll hack it off and put it on for you.
Sonny Elliman: Complete the sequence, Mr. President.
Johnny Smith: Your house is burning! There's still time.
Johnny Smith: "Bless me"? Do you know what God did for me? He threw an 18-wheeled truck at me and bounced me into nowhere for five years! When I woke up, my girl was gone, my job was gone, my legs are just about useless... Blessed me? God's been a real sport to me.
Greg Stillson: The missiles are flying. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.