Destroyer Commander: You remember it. Remember every bit of it, 'cause we are on the eve of a day that people are going to talk about long after we are dead and gone.
Baron Nishi: [reading the letter from the mother of Sam, the dead marine] And always do what's right because it's right.
Theoden: Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead. All: Hail!
Gavroche: This is the land I fought for liberty, now when we fight, we fight for bread... here is the thing about equality, everyone's equal when they're dead.
[lying to the mortuary service about why the dead grandfather is in their car] Richard: We were driving for five or six hours... and we thought he was napping...
Grim Reaper: You are all dead. I am Death. Host: Well, that's cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn't it?
Max Rockatansky: Here they come again... worming their way into the black matter of my brain. I tell myself, they cannot touch me. They are long dead.
Jack Skellington: [singing] There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead!
Big Witch, W.W.D., Small Witch: Say it once, say it twice, take a chance and roll the dice. Ride with the moon in the dead of night.
Sheriff McClelland: Where'd you get the coffee? Field Reporter: One of the volunteers. You're doing all the work, you take it. Sheriff McClelland: Thank you.
Newscaster: All persons who die during this crisis from whatever cause will come back to life to seek human victims, unless their bodies are first disposed of by cremation.
Frank: Who are you? Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood. Frank: More dead men. Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
Barbossa: Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, so we cannot die, but neither are we dead.
Roman Castevet: [Terry is dead on the street] I knew this would happen. I kept telling my wife that she would kill herself, but she pooh pooh'd me.
[Nice Guy Eddie asks if anyone knows what happened to Mr. Blue] Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him... or they don't.
Coach Yoast: I think this is a very good time for prayer and reflection... Bertier: Coach, I'm hurt. I'm not dead.
Shaun: As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "I" in meat pie. Anagram of meat is team... I don't know what he's talking about.
Liz: Goodbye, Ed. Love you. Ed: Cheers! Shaun: I love you too, man. Ed: Gaaayy!
[Shaun is surprised to see that Liz has a pack of cigarettes] Liz: You left them in my flat. Shaun: Yeah, in the bin! Liz: I was desperate. Shaun: Sneaky monkey...
Shaun: [about Ed] Oh, he sells a bit of weed every now and again, you know. You've sold puff. Pete: Yeah. Once. At college. To you.
[the jukebox starts playing a love song after Liz has broken up with Shaun] Ed: Who the hell put this on? Shaun: [tearfully] It's on random.
