Sembagare: They think you are a witch.
Dian Fossey: They wouldn't be the first.
Wanda Saknussemm: Bitchin' left hook, Crassus.
Frank McCrae: He'll kill again... he enjoys killing.
Hercule Poirot: People like to talk, and in doing so they tell the truth. It puts less of a strain on the memory.
Sydney Fuller: I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity.
Stevie: And when she turned it on it shot that metal thing right up into her face, shot it up just like a gun. Isn't that bad? It shot it up right through her eyeball.
Michael: Let her go.
Mr. Big: Shut up! Don't you talk to me. You shut up.
Deputy Bill Briggs: Flagg! What are you doin' here boy?
Brian Flagg: The men from Glad here are showin' us how to keep our leftovers fresh.
Garfield: Six must be my lucky number, because that was the life when I fell in love with music. I also fell in love with the girl who played the piano just for me.
Wyatt Earp: It's all true, give or take a lie or two.
Janis Zuckerman: I'm looking for a guy named Louie, fuzzy hair, crooked teeth, bug eyes. Has he been around lately?
Girl Punk: Suck shit through a tube.
Bruce Gardner: Carol Anne! Carol Anne! Carol Anne.
Pat Gardner: Bruce! Bruce! Bruce.