Billy: Eat shit and die, Ricky.
Ricky: Eat shit and live, Bill.
David Lightman: [On the computer] Hello, are you still playing the game?
Joshua: Of course. I should reach Defcon 1 and release my missiles in 28 hours. Would you like to see some projected kill ratios?
David Lightman: Sixty-nine percent of the housing destroyed. Seventy-two million people dead. [Types into computer] Is this a game or is it real?
Joshua: What's the difference?
Tony Montana: I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
Cousin Vicki: I'm going steady, and I French kiss.
Audrey Griswold: So? Everybody does that.
Cousin Vicki: Yeah, but Daddy says I'm the best at it.
Steve: Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?
Michael: [At the wake.] Great tradition! They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can't come!
Dakota: How would you like to bite that in the butt, develop lockjaw, and be dragged to death?
Yoda: When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not.
Mike Brody: White sharks are dangerous. I know 'em. My father, my brother, myself. They're murders.
Louis Winthorpe III: He was wearing my Harvard tie. Can you believe it? My Harvard tie. Like oh, sure he went to Harvard.
Emma Horton: Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.
Harry Callahan: We're not just going to let you walk out of here.
Crook: Who's "we", sucker?
Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
Jack Butler: Honey, you gave me some real good advice once, so let me give you some of my own. It's real easy to forget what's important, so don't."
Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me.
Mary: You really wanna know what Norman's like?
Warren Toomey: Yeah.
Mary: Better than you'll ever be, fat boy.
Townsman: I thought all this money would make me feel different.
Narrator: The pirate Yellowbeard captured many other galleons, killing over five-hundred men in cold blood. He would tear the captains hearts out and swallow them whole. Often forcing his victims to eat their own lips, he was caught and imprisoned... for tax evasion.
Jack Ridley: Put the spurs to her, Chuck.
Vic Trenton: There are no real monsters.
Tad Trenton: Except for the one in my closet.