Sarah Belding: Be careful. You're a man who makes people afraid, and that's dangerous.
The Stranger: It's what people know about themselves inside that makes 'em afraid.
Katie Morosky Gardner: You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much.
Hubbell Gardner: I know that.
Katie Morosky Gardner: Well then, why?
Regan MacNeil: You're going to die up there.
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night.
Jesus: The end is just a little harder when brought about by friends. For all you care, this wine could be my blood. For all you care, this bread could be my body. The end. This is my blood you drink, this is my body you eat. If you could, remember me when you eat and drink.
Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man.
Judge in Dream: I accuse you... of a wasted life.
Papillon: Guilty... guilty... guilty.
Judge R.W. Clarke: Why you self appointed dictator... All you know is force and violence... You don't understand the simplest things about the law.
Buford: I understand the difference between a poor honest judge and a rich dishonest one.
Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan: Try knocking on the door.
Lebel: It's obvious that the Jackal has been tipped off all along, and yet he's decided to go ahead, regardless. He's simply challenged the whole lot of us.
Minister: Are you really suggesting that there's a leak from inside this room?
Lebel: I can't say. But we think that the Jackal is now in Paris with a new name and a new face, probably masquerading as a Danish schoolteacher.
Mose: I got scruples too, you know. You know what that is... Scruples?
Addie: No, I don't know what it is, but if you got 'em, sure bet they belong to somebody else.
Harry Stoner: Everybody misses.
Margo: Not professionals.
Harry Stoner: Oh yeah, professionals too. Quarterbacks get knocked down, nurses get knocked up, somebody invented the Edsel. Everybody misses.
Jackie Brown: This life's hard man, but it's harder if you're stupid.
Han: Gentlemen, welcome. You honor our island. I look forward to a tournament of truly epic proportions. We are unique, gentlemen, in that we create ourselves... through long years of rigorous training, sacrifice, denial, pain. We forge our bodies in the fire of our will. But tonight, let us celebrate. Gentlemen, you have our gratitude.
Porthos: May one ask - delicately - the cause in which we're expected to die?
Aramis: When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight.
Porthos: Oh, I do, I do.
Aramis: Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
Luna: It's hard to believe you haven't had sex in two hundred years.
Miles: Two hundred and four if you count my marriage.
A no. 1: Country's gone to hell.
Wilbur: Are you writers?
Charlotte's daughters: No, but we will be when we grow up.
Wilbur: Then write this in your webs, when you learn: This hallowed doorway was once the home of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her memory will be treasured forever.
Charlotte's daughters: Ooh, that would take us a lifetime.
Wilbur: A lifetime. That's what we have.
Sinbad: You pace the deck like a caged beast, for one who enjoys the hashish you should be more at peace.