Cindy: There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams. She's standing in front of my mom's bed.
Alfred Fichet, le commissaire: The keys in the pool, the husband in the morgue! You dream too much about water in this house!
Grace: All I see is a beautiful little town in the midst of magnificent mountains. A place where people have hopes and dreams even under the hardest conditions.
Jim: I was dreaming about God. Mother: What did he say? Jim: Nothing. [smiles] Jim: He was playing tennis.
Ray Kinsella: The Voice is back. Annie Kinsella: Oh, Lord. You're supposed to build a football field now?
Ray Kinsella: The only thing we had in common was that she was from Iowa, and I had once heard of Iowa.
Annie Kinsella: They're talking about banning books again! Really subversive books, like "The Wizard of Oz"... "The Diary of Anne Frank"...
Shoeless Joe Jackson: [as "Moonlight" Graham walks off the field for the last time] Hey, rookie! You were good.
[Terence Mann is about to call his concerned father about his "disappearance"] Terence Mann: [chuckling to himself in disbelief] What do I tell him?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: That scepter's made of wood. J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we do dream on a budget here, don't we?
[after the final duel] Maximus: Quintus! Release my men. Senator Gracchus is to be reinstated. There was a dream that was Rome. It shall be realized. These are the wishes of Marcus Aurelius.
Georges Méliès: My friends, I address you all tonight as you truly are; wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, magicians... Come and dream with me.
Random Dolls: This is a foolish place to be... to inquire about the master of this dream. The conceit of the daytime residents is what the nighttime residents want. To come in carelessly is like a moth to a flame.
Marion: Getting the money's not the problem Harry. Harry Goldfarb: Then what's the problem? Marion: I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it.
Sara Goldfarb: How come you know more about medicine than a doctor? Harry Goldfarb: Believe me, Ma: I know.
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
Gracchus: This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
Man with the Long Hair: They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?
Christine Vole: [as the Cockney Woman] I'll give ya somethin' to dream about, Mister. *Wanna kiss me, ducky?*
Teacher in dream: Would you please diagnose this patient, professor Borg? Isak Borg: But, this patient is dead. [the patient bursts into laughter]
Like every poor person, I used to dream about winning the lottery. I didn't just get money, though. I got fame. And I got fame before I got money, and it was scary.
