Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' Hebe.
Capt. Ramsey: I expect and demand your very best. Anything less, you should have joined the Air Force.
Mr. Glenn Holland: Let me ask you a question. When you look in the mirror, what do you like best about yourself?
Gertrude Lang: My hair.
Mr. Glenn Holland: Why?
Gertrude Lang: Well, my father always says that it reminds him of the sunset.
Mr. Glenn Holland: Play the sunset. Close your eyes. One, two, three, four.
David Mills: You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Alberto Aragon: Just because I talk with an accent doesn't mean I think with an accent.
El Mariachi: Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.
Kate: Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance.
Chet Bronski: Well, we're all part of the same tribe.
Jack Sturgess: Right, the Minotauk.
Chet Bronski: No, I'm referring to the emotionally-constipated American male over 40.
Monroe: Eddie! What happened to your head?
Eddie: Customs guy, whacked me in the head with a can of peanut oil for stamping visas. I'm never goin back to that country, man. Those people have permanently wigged out.
Pat Finley: Who wants to tell us the lesson we learned here?
Roy: Don't put Twinkies on your pizza.
Mrs. Pananides: I have a friend in the Coast Guard, all I have to do is call.
Sam Daniels: How close a friend?
Mrs. Pananides: Closer than his wife would like.
Tank Girl: You gotta think of it like...the first time you got laid. You just gotta go 'Daddy, are you sure this is right?'.
Jeffrey Goines: ...and if you forget one thing, I will have you shaved, sterilized, and destroyed.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Cher: Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter.
Warren Beaty: Who glued these quarters to the floor?
A.J.: I did.
Warren: Why the hell for, man?
A.J.: I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren.
Natalya Simonova: How can you be so cold?
James Bond: It's what keeps me alive.
Natalya Simonova: No. It's what keeps you alone.