Martin Thiel: I love the rain... it washes everything away... makes it clean.
Johanna: You really send him under the ice? He isn't a slave or convict or anything, is he?
Dr. Laurence: My dear, science is a cruel mistress.
Johanna: How is he going to breathe?
Dr. Laurence: He isn't.
Daryle: Think of all the clothes I could have bought in Europe.
Billy: Ahh forget it. None of us speak European anyway.
Vermeer: What do you think she meant when she said a huge black monster with giant claws?
Eric Visser: I don't know, but I hope your mother-in-law has an alibi.
Vermeer: UGH.
Angela: Too bad they haven't figured out a way to make french fries nutritious. I'm a nut when it comes to french fries.
Holmes: I couldn't detect horse manure if I stepped in it.
Peter Plunkett: All I wanted to be was happily useless, you made me miserably useless.
Lorna: You are certifiable! What is this? Some sort of smart-ass joke? You're taking cooking?
Michael: I want to learn how to cook.
Lorna: Yeah, right. You have some burning desire to learn how to make apple brown betty.
Michael: What are you doing here if you think so highly of it?
Lorna: Well, they wouldn't let me take auto mechanics, and I didn't have time to take the issue to the Supreme Court.
Harry Callahan: Fuck with me, buddy, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to unbutton your collar to shit.
McCreedy: The vault... I tried to warn you... those creatures... the vault... I tried... All my work! Thirty years, I have tried to prevent this from happening.
Regine Dandrige: Let's talk about blood, Mr. Vincent, it's very precious to me.
Hired Killer: You're gonna lose tomorrow.
Lefty Williams: Oh, is that so?
Hired Killer: I know it for a fact. That your wife?
Lefty Williams: Yeah, what's it to you?
Hired Killer: You don't lose tomorrow, she dies.
Lefty Williams: Who sent you?
Hired Killer: You made a promise to certain people.
Lefty Williams: You son of a bitch.
Hired Killer: You can't protect her. If I don't do it, somebody else will. First inning, Mister Williams.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college.
Sylvia Pickel: You're very brave.
Nick Deezy: Everybody looks brave holding a machinegun.
Marshall: [as Charlie] She gets back this weekend. If we don't resolve this, I'll have to go back and live with her again. This is the woman I couldn't live with as a husband. Now, I'm going to be her son. It's a Freudian nightmare.
Tracy: When we get out of here, Joel's going to be carrying his balls home in a knapsack.
Chris: Remind me never to piss you off, Tracy.
Freddy Krueger: How's this for a wet dream?