Sarah Belding: Be careful. You're a man who makes people afraid, and that's dangerous.
The Stranger: It's what people know about themselves inside that makes 'em afraid.
Katie Morosky Gardner: You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much.
Hubbell Gardner: I know that.
Katie Morosky Gardner: Well then, why?
Jesus: The end is just a little harder when brought about by friends. For all you care, this wine could be my blood. For all you care, this bread could be my body. The end. This is my blood you drink, this is my body you eat. If you could, remember me when you eat and drink.
Regan MacNeil: You're going to die up there.
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night.
Judge in Dream: I accuse you... of a wasted life.
Papillon: Guilty... guilty... guilty.
Judge R.W. Clarke: Why you self appointed dictator... All you know is force and violence... You don't understand the simplest things about the law.
Buford: I understand the difference between a poor honest judge and a rich dishonest one.
Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man.
Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan: Try knocking on the door.
Jackie Brown: This life's hard man, but it's harder if you're stupid.
Han: Gentlemen, welcome. You honor our island. I look forward to a tournament of truly epic proportions. We are unique, gentlemen, in that we create ourselves... through long years of rigorous training, sacrifice, denial, pain. We forge our bodies in the fire of our will. But tonight, let us celebrate. Gentlemen, you have our gratitude.
Myra: Are you OK? Do you want something?
Harry Stoner: Yes. I want that girl in a Cole Porter song. I wanna see Lena Horne at the Cotton Club - hear Billie Holiday sing fine and mellow - walk in that kind of rain that never washes perfume away. I wanna be in love with something. Anything. Just the idea. A dog, a cat. Anything. Just something.
Porthos: May one ask - delicately - the cause in which we're expected to die?
Aramis: When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight.
Porthos: Oh, I do, I do.
Aramis: Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
Luna: It's hard to believe you haven't had sex in two hundred years.
Miles: Two hundred and four if you count my marriage.
A no. 1: Country's gone to hell.
Wilbur: Are you writers?
Charlotte's daughters: No, but we will be when we grow up.
Wilbur: Then write this in your webs, when you learn: This hallowed doorway was once the home of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her memory will be treasured forever.
Charlotte's daughters: Ooh, that would take us a lifetime.
Wilbur: A lifetime. That's what we have.
Sinbad: You pace the deck like a caged beast, for one who enjoys the hashish you should be more at peace.
Sam Turner: All we want to know is what we rode here for.
Lane: What a gun rides anywhere for - money. The more of it the more chances you take.