Marquis de Sade: Man has given a false importance to death. Any animal, man or plant that dies adds to Nature's compost heap becomes the manure without which nothing could grow, nothing could be created. Death is simply part of the process. Every death, even the cruellest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature. Nature would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race. I hate Nature.
Edgar Bergen: Yes, the voice of this golden harp cast a magic spell of joy and prosperity over the valley, but it was too good to last.
Charlie McCarthy: I knew there was a catch in it.
Edgar Bergen: For one day.
Charlie McCarthy: They built a school house.
Edgar Bergen: No, no.
T.V. Director: I won an award.
John: A likely story.
T.V. Director: It's on the wall in my office.
Open Mic Host: We've got one spot left. You guys got any new material?
JB: What we got's gonna turn your brain into shit.
Zayn Malik: I'm just a little boy from Bradford and now I'm smashing it.
Angela Lansbury: Walt Disney described the art of animation as a voyage of discovery, into the realms of color, sound, and motion. The music from Igor Stravinsky's ballet "The Firebird" inspires such a voyage. And so we conclude this version of "Fantasia" with a mythical story of life, death, and renewal.
Nick: When you give up your dream, you die.
Airport Passport Official: Purpose for your visit?
Javed: I'm going to see Bruce Springsteen's hometown.
Airport Passport Official: I can't think of a better reason to visit the United States, than to see the home of the Boss.
Elliot Wilhelm: When are you going to call me?
Chili Palmer: When your phone rings.
Billy: Nobody digs your music but yourself.
Grandma Georgiana: Your mama had to go away for a while.
Young Anna Mae Bullock: When is she coming back to get me?
Grandma Georgiana: She ain't, honey. She just ain't.
Bobby James: Get the goons with the fruit.
Baby Spice: You know, I'm always gonna be known as Baby Spice, even when I'm 30.
Posh Spice: You love it really Emma, you you play up to it all the time.
Baby Spice: No I don't.
Posh Spice: Yes you do.You're doing it now.
Baby Spice: I'm not.
Reed Thimple: Do you like the sound of crunching wood? I do.
Horse: No-one said anything to me about the full monty.
Kim Fowley: You hear that? That's the sound of hormones raging.
Gilbert: Every theatrical performance is a contrivance by its very nature.
Sullivan: Yes, but this piece consists entirely of an artificial and implausible situation.
Gilbert: If you wish to write a Grand Opera about a prostitute, dying of consumption in a garret, I suggest you contact Mr Ibsen in Oslo. I am sure he will be able to furnish you with something suitably dull.
Agnes Carpenter: Karen, you're not eating. You look too thin, if you ask me.
Karen Carpenter: Mother, how can anybody be too thin?
Madonna: I wouldn't live in Chicago cause it's too conservative, aside for the fact that Oprah Winfrey lives there.