Coroner: My question is, how did she come to have sex with a dead man? Dante Hicks: She thought it was me. Coroner: What kind of convenience store do you run here?
M: [as Solange's dead body is carried away] I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached, but that's not your problem, is it, Bond? James Bond: No.
Father McGruder: Lionel, despite being deprived of his father at an early age, was blessed with an abundance of motherlove. [Mum's hand smashes through her coffin lid and tries to strangle Lionel]
Mum: There's a beetle. Under the fridge! Horrid little creature scuttled right in front of me! I though I told you spray this house! The place is infested with vermin.
Donnie Brasco: If I come out alive, this guy, Lefty, ends up dead. That's the same thing as me putting the bullet in his head myself.
[Roger was almost bitten by a zombie, and has snapped] Roger: Bastards, you bastards! We got 'em, didn't we? We got this, man! We got this by the ass!
Peter: Roger, get your head together, we got a lot of work to do. Roger: Number two. Peter: You all right? Roger: Perfect, baby. Perfect.
Motorcycle Raider (radio operator): O.K. Hey, you, in the mall, listen! We don't like people who don't share. You just fucked up REAL bad!
[last lines] [Peter and Francine are flying off of the mall rooftop] Peter: How much fuel do we have? Francine Parker: Not much. Peter: All right.
[coming across a Zombie storage room] Roger: Why did these people keep them here? Peter: 'Cause they still believe there's respect in dying.
Radio Announcer: [on Emergency Broadcast System] The President today has sent to Congress a package of initiatives, aimed at what sources call a most sweeping sense of emergency measures.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: [on Emergency Television Network] If there was ever a time a decision had to be made, it's now, now! Someone's got to come up with a plan!
John McClane: [after witnessing Mr. Takagi's murder] [talking to himself] John McClane: Why the fuck didn't you stop 'em, John? 'Cause then you'd be dead, too, asshole.
Nobody: Every night and every morn, some to misery are born. Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight; some are born to endless night.
Marvin (Older Marshall): You William Blake? William Blake: Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry?
[William has just discovered a colt in Thel's bed] Thel Russell: Watch it. It's loaded. William Blake: Why do you have this? Thel Russell: Because this is America.
Big George: By God, I'm hit. Lord have mercy. Burns like hellfire. You son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to kill somebody now.
Big George: Well Sally, I don't give a pig's ass what anybody says, I still say you make a hell of a pot of beans.
Nobody: You are being followed, William Blake. William Blake: Are you sure? How do you know? Nobody: Often the evil stench of white man precedes him.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job. John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
John Keating: I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face!
