Charles Foster Kane: Don't worry about me, Gettys! Don't worry about me! I'm Charles Foster Kane! I'm no cheap, crooked politician, trying to save himself from the consequences of his crimes! [screams louder] Charles Foster Kane: Gettys! I'm going to...
[last lines] Raymond: Throw that junk in.
Mr. Bernstein: Who's the busiest man? Me? I've got nothing but time! What do you wanna know?
Matiste: [to Susan] Some people can sing, some people cannot. Impossible! Impossible!
Charles Foster Kane: I don't know how to run a newspaper, Mr. Thatcher; I just try everything I can think of.
Charles Foster Kane: Mr. Carter, here's a three-column headline in the Chronicle. Why hasn't the Inquirer a three-column headline? Herbert Carter: The news wasn't big enough. Charles Foster Kane: Mr. Carter, if the headline is big enough, it makes th...
Mr. Bernstein: We never lost as much as we made.
Jedediah Leland: You still eating? Charles Foster Kane: I'm still hungry.
Jedediah Leland: Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? Am I a horse-faced hypocrite? Am I a New England school marm? Mr. Bernstein: Yes. If you thought I'd answer you any differently than what Mr. Kane tells you...
Charles Foster Kane: I run a couple of newspapers. What do you do?
Charles Foster Kane: As Charles Foster Kane who owns eighty-two thousand, six hundred and thirty-four shares of public transit - you see, I do have a general idea of my holdings - I sympathize with you. Charles Foster Kane is a scoundrel. His paper s...
Reporter 1: What's that? Reporter 2: Another Venus. Reporter 1: Twenty-five thousand bucks. That's a lot of money to pay for a dame without a head.
Mr. Bernstein: [to Leland] Mr. Kane is finishing the review you started - he's writing a bad notice. I guess that'll show you.
Kane, age eight: [talking about snowman] Maybe I'll make some teeth and whiskers...
Charles Foster Kane: A toast, Jedediah: to Love on my own terms.
Susan Alexander Kane: Love! You don't love anybody! Me or anybody else! You want to be loved - that's all you want! I'm Charles Foster Kane. Whatever you want - just name it and it's yours! Only love me! Don't expect me to love you!
Charles Foster Kane III: Mother, is Pop governor yet? Emily Monroe Norton Kane: Not yet, Junior.
Stagecoach Driver / Hauler: There ain't no bedrooms in this joint, that's a newspaper building! Mr. Bernstein: You're getting paid, Mister, for opinions or for hauling?
