Paul Edgecomb: On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
John Coffey: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.
Marion Petrocell: The Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you, not in buildings of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood and I am there; lift a stone and you will find me.
Evelyn: You were actually at Hamunaptra?
Rick: Yeah, I was there.
Evelyn: You swear?
Rick: Every damn day.
Bethany: I don't want this, it's too big.
Metatron: That's what Jesus said. Yes, I had to tell him. And you can imagine how that hurt the Father - not to be able to tell the Son Himself because one word from His lips would destroy the boy's frail human form? So I was forced to deliver the news to a scared child who wanted nothing more than to play with other children. I had to tell this little boy that He was God's only Son, and that it meant a life of persecution and eventual crucifixion at the hands of the very people He came to enlighten and redeem. He begged me to take it back, as if I could. He begged me to make it all not true. And I'll let you in on something, Bethany, this is something I've never told anyone before... If I had the power, I would have.
Ceniza: Even Hell has its heroes, señor.
George Little: Maybe we should go home.
Mr. Little: Why?
George Little: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
Mr. Little: You don't have lucky underwear.
George Little: Well, maybe we should get some, and then come back for another race.
Buliwyf: Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see.
Herger the Joyous: My mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
Buliwyf: Lo, there do I see.
Herger the Joyous: The line of my people.
Edgtho the Silent: Back to the beginning.
Weath the Musician: Lo, they do call to me.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: They bid me take my place among them.
Buliwyf: In the halls of Valhalla.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Where the brave.
Herger the Joyous: May live.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: ...Forever.
Andy: You must choose, Sheriff Woody. How shall she die? Shark, or death by monkeys?
Ichabod Crane: Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
Qui-Gon Jinn: You must have Jedi reflexes if you race pods.
[Jar Jar tries to grab a piece of fruit with his tounge, but Qui-Gon catches it.]
Qui-Gon Jinn: Don't do that again.
Anton: Hey, I didn't kill anyone on purpose, okay?
Mick: Yeah, well, we weren't in hell! I mean, there was this bright white light at the end of a long tunnel, right, and there was these chicks' voices, and that music.
Anton: Music?
Pnub: Yeah, kinda uncool music, like, Enya. And these chicks' voices, they were saying, "come to us, come towards the light."
Anton: So what happened?
Mick: We figured, fuck it, I mean, it was really far.
The Warlock: A child of the caul, born of witch's blood. You'll be sacrificed and as your blood runs, I'll raise from the pits of Hell a woman, a consort who will mother a race of evil the world has never seen. It is my purpose, my destiny, and yours.
Lotte Schwartz: Suck my dick.
Monica: He's just letting little Jesse do the thinking for big Jesse.
Jonathan Bendel: Lois, are you busy after I'm done chewing Tom's head off?
Lois McNally: You're the boss, Mr. Bendel.
Jonathan Bendel: No, no, no. Y-you-you be the boss this time.
Lysander: The course of true love never did run smooth.
Cardinal: We're not afraid to die for our cause.
Jericho Cane: Good, because I'm not afraid to kill you.
Titus: O handle not the theme, to talk of hands, Lest we remember still, that we have none.
Larry Houdini: You know what? I think I liked you better as a boogey... peeerson.
The Shoveller: God's given me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.