Conway Twill: 'Course you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation talkin' to a bear... talkin' to a goddamn bear.
Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!
Edith: Hey, that one looks like me. Gru: What are you talking about? These are kittens! Any relation to persons living or dead is completely coincidental.
Frank Costello: Jeez. She fell funny. [chuckles at the dead bodies] Mr. French: Francis, you really should see somebody.
Count Dracula: To die, to be *really* dead, that must be glorious! Mina Seward: Why, Count Dracula! Count Dracula: There are far worse things awaiting man than death.
John Keating: There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
John Keating: [the class hesitates to rip out the introduction page] It's not the Bible, you're not gonna go to Hell for this.
John Keating: Phone call from God. If it had been collect, that would have been daring!
Dalton: Gentlemen, what are the Four Pillars? Dalton, Meeks, Neil, Knox, Todd Anderson: Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement.
John Keating: I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. Nolan: At these boys' age? Not on your life!
Knox: The point, Charlie... is... that she was thinking about me. I've only met her once, and already she's thinking about me.
John Keating: Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole!
Dr. Hagar: That wouldn't be a radio in your lap would it Mr. Pitts? Pitts: No sir, science experiment... radar!
[first lines] Richard: [narrating] God will forgive them. He'll forgive them and allow them into Heaven. I can't live with that.
Herbie: Can I help you, mate? Richard: [shrugs] Sorry? Herbie: [says aggressively] What the fuck are you looking at? Richard: [shouts] You, ya cunt!
Matthew Poncelet: It's quiet. Only three days left. Plenty of time to read my Bible and look for a loophole.
Scotty: [everyone is looking into the cellar after it flies open] An animal? An animal? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Major König: He isn't dead, and do you know why? Because I haven't killed him yet.
Nikita Khrushchev: Write it then - "Vasilli Zaitsev is *not* dead. This is what he had for breakfast this morning, here's a picture of him reading today's newspaper." You're the poet.
Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Mr. Fox: Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he's just another dead rat in a garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.
