Detective Fronteiri: You filmed him dying. Lou Bloom: That's my job, that's what I do, I'd like to think if you're seeing me you're having the worst day of your life.
Danny: You remember the day I went out for cigarettes and didn't come back? You must have noticed. [goes to sit down] Tess: I don't smoke. Don't sit!
Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right? Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less. Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days. Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
Jigo: These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? So what? So's the whole damn world.
Tracy Lord: [on her wedding day] Do you like my dress, Dinah? Dinah Lord: Oh, yes. Ever so much. Tracy Lord: Feels awfully heavy.
Sidney Kidd: Anyway, presented for the first time, quote: A wedding day inside mainline society. Macaulay Connor: Or what the kitchen maid saw through the keyhole. Unquote.
Jack Favell: You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling... that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that... rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term ''foul play.''
[OCP executive Bob Morton is interviewed on Mediabreak] Robert 'Bob' Morton: At Security Concepts, we're projecting the end of crime in Old Detroit within forty days. There's a new guy in town. His name is RoboCop.
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it? John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.
Imperial Officer: Sir, rebel ships are coming into our sector. Captain Lennox: Good, our first catch of the day.
Dolores: It's game day. I'm making crabby snacks and homemades. Pat: Yeah, come on, Dad, be nice. Come on, she's making crabby snacks and homemades!
[first lines] Ryan's son: [running to comfort his father] Dad? [flashback to D-Day] LCVP pilot: [shouting out the soldiers on the raft] CLEAR THE RAMP! THIRTY SECONDS! GOD BE WITH YA!
Woody: Day care is a sad lonely old place for toys who don't have a home. Barbie: ...WAAAAGH! Hamm the Piggy Bank: Quite the charmer, ain'tya?
John Connor: We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean. The Terminator: It's in your nature to destroy yourselves. John Connor: Yeah. Major drag, huh?
John Connor: [the Terminator rips open the steering column of a car to hotwire it, John interrupts, jingling a set of keys before him] Are we learning yet?
Jake Hoyt: [after smoking angel dust] Who are you? Alonzo Harris: I'm the zig-zag man, who the fuck are you? Jake Hoyt: I'm a cop. Alonzo Harris: Watch out... don't shoot nobody.
Alonzo Harris: I had lunch with the Wise Men today. They say you gotta render unto Caesar. Roger: Fuckin' vampires want my pension!
[referring to his shotgun] Alonzo Harris: You *know* I'm surgical with this bitch, Jake. How do you want it, dog? Closed casket? Remember that fool in the wheelchair? How do you think he got there?
Alonzo Harris: Now, whenever you think of pullin' the trigger, you think of him first. 'Cuz if you don't, he'll snatch your fuckin' nuts out and use 'em for dice.
[first lines] Voice in commercial: Too much garbage in your face? There's plenty of space out in space! BnL StarLiners leaving each day. We'll clean up the mess while you're away.
Mayor of Munchkin City: Then this is a day of independence for all the Munchkins and their descendants! Munchkin: If any! Mayor of Munchkin City: Yes - let the joyous news be spread! The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
