Paul Crewe: Hey Pop, the time you hit Hazen in the mouth, was it worth 30 years?
Pop: For me it was.
Paul Crewe: Then give me my damn shoe.
Mrs. Hubbard: Don't you agree the man must have entered my compartment to gain access to Mr. Ratchett?
Princess Dragomiroff: I can think of no other reason, madame.
Vera Charles: However, in 'Fallen Angel' all of my clothes were done by Chanel! She said to me, 'Cheri' - she always called me Cheri - 'Cheri' she said, clothes not only make the woman, clothes make the world!' Oh she's brilliant! Sell her own mother, but brilliant. The costumes for my new show are so dazzling, that we expect complaints from the orchestra.
Judge Arthur Cannon: Listen, why don't I trust you, and you trust me?
Dr. Edward Armstrong: The famous last words?
Frannie Malincanico: I want that ring, Stanley.
Stanley Rosiello: I got a ring for ya, Fran. I got a ring for ya. Around my bathtub.
Maindrian Pace: Well, you know... parking lot attendants.
Prisoner: So you're working for the Germans? A young Frenchman like you. Aren't you ashamed?
Lucien Lacombe: I don't like people talking down to me.
Julie: It doesn't hurt to fall off the moon.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon: I blew a great big hole in your ship, Captain. I'd better give it back to you.
Goro: Ken is a tormented man. It is Eiko, of course, but it is also Japan. Ken is a relic, a leftover of another age, of another country.
James Bond: I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?
M: Jealous husbands! Outraged chefs! Humiliated tailors! The list is endless.
Joe Patroni: Y'know, sometimes the public's right to know gives me a huge pain in the ass.
Beef: Listen, Philbin. There really is a phantom. He was just in my shower. He threatened my life. He said his music was just for Phoenix. Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries, dies.
Arnold Philbin: What the hell are you talking about?
Beef: Look, Philbin. I am a professional. I have been in this business a long time. Now if I don't want to do a show, it's not because I got stage fright. It's because some creature from beyond doesn't want me to do the show. Now gangway.
Daisy Buchanan: Rich girls don't marry poor boys.
Katherine Wall: It's that woman... she did it.
Ma Cobb: Remember what I've always told you: The wages of sin is gonorrhea, syphilis, and death.
Dr. Ernest D. Hubbs: You did your major work applying game theory to the language of killer whales.
James R. Lesko: Well, it seemed cheaper than applying it to roulette.
Dr. Ernest D. Hubbs: Did you actually succeed in making positive contact with the whales?
James R. Lesko: Only with the emotionally disturbed.
Dr. Ernest D. Hubbs: How were you able to determine that?
James R. Lesko: We talked.
Sid: The black chick might come in handy.
