Ricky Caldwell: My old lady couldn't afford to send me to college. So I got a job. I was washing dishes, dumping trash... all that sort of shit. I think you're gonna like this next part. It sounded like some squirrel getting his nuts squeezed.
Dr. Steele: We're not knocking over tin cans here, this is reality.
Gramps: Don't call me sir! I ain't no politician.
Mr. Damnkids: Damn kids.
Peter: There are some people who like to fondle the dancers' asses surreptitiously backstage, and some people who like to see the aforementioned asses displayed in the blaze of the spotlight on the stage.
Kathleen Riley: I spend all of my day with murders and rapists, and what's really crazy, I like them.
Bobby Taylor: There's always work at the post office.
Pamela: And to think I've been telling my friends it's so cool living with an artist. You never once asked to paint me nude.
Clell Hazard: And hey, Goody, watch your mouth.
"Goody" Nelson: Fuckin'-A-a-a-a.
Rhonda Shand: You're the only man whoever bet on a horse that started from a kneeling position.
Doctor: Whatever resentment she's feeling, she probably got it out of her system.
Dan Gallagher: What if she didn't get it out of her system? What then?
Donna: So tell me, what do you feel?
Rowdy Abilene: One man's dream is another man's lunch.
Donna: You son of a bitch.
Dennis Meechum: Who fucked it up?
Roberta Gillian: Nobody fucked it up, Mr. Meechum. Just don't expect Hollywood to bail you out.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Claudia Draper: Not unless there's Thorazine in it.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Sorry, only milk and sugar.
Claudia Draper: Pass.
Pinhead: Taste our pleasures.
Freddy Krueger: Joey... look. All the little piggies come home.
Nancy Thompson: Let him go, Krueger.
Freddy Krueger: Your wish... is my command.
Mrs. Gruen: Mrs Yakamoto, I have your hair. I'm going to slip it under the door.
Sandy Brozinsky: Look, Frank. We're not just jerking you around. Some guys are after us because one of them stole a virus that's gonna kill and destroy all the plants and all the trees all the way around. We stole it back, so now they're gonna kill us. You get it?
Frank: Jesus. The sixties sure were good to you, weren't they?
Lauren Ames: Frank, that's right. Think back to the sixties. People did things for each other.
Frank: They were wasted.