[last lines] Humbert Humbert: Quilty! Quilty?
Gelsomina: The Fool is hurt.
Trevor Reznik: How they bitin', Reynolds?
Bastian: No, not again. No, not again!
Maximillian Cohen: 10:28. Results: bullshit.
Maximillian Cohen: Happy birthday, Euclid.
Elisabeth Vogler, The Actress: Nothing... nothing!
Carmen Giya: We're not alone!
Patton: This is a barracks; it's not a bordello.
Uncle Hank: Ass to ass.
All: You're killing me Smalls!
Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry...
[after the collision] Jack: This is bad!
It's the Power of the Almighty, the Splendor of Nature, and then you.
Nature was here a series of wonders, and a fund of delight.
Nature is cold, wet, hard and unforgiving.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
All nature wears one universal grin.
Everything in excess is opposed to nature.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
There is not so variable a thing in nature as a lady's head-dress.
