Elizabeth: When I am queen, I promise... to act as my conscience dictates. Queen Mary: Well do not think to be queen at all!
[on the Virgin Mary] Elizabeth: She had such power over men's hearts. They died for her. Sir Francis Walsingham: They have found nothing to replace her.
Patrick: Mary hates me. I've never been popular with the ladies. Stan: Maybe if you stopped stealing their panties.
John Preston: Then I have no choice but to remand you to the Palace of Justice for processing. Mary: Processing. You mean execution, don't you? John Preston: Processing.
Amsterdam Vallon: Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart.
George Bailey: How old are you anyway? Mary: 18. George Bailey: 18! Why it was only last year you were 17.
Little Violet: [commenting on George] I like him. Little Mary: You like every boy. Little Violet: What's wrong with that?
Ernie Bishop: [as George is trying to find Mary in the abandoned house] Watch this guy, Bert, he's bats!
Mary: Have a hectic day? George Bailey: Oh yeah, another big red-letter day for the Baileys!
Quint: Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity.
Max Jerry Horovitz: Not much has happened since I last wrote except for my manslaughter charges, lotto win, and Ivy's death.
[last lines] Narrator: He smelled like licorice and old books, she thought to herself, as tears rolled from her eyes, the color of muddy puddles.
Max Jerry Horovitz: It would be good if there was a Fat Fairy. She would be a bit like the Tooth Fairy but would suck out your fat.
Isaac Davis: It's an interesting group of people, your friends are. Mary Wilke: I know. Isaac Davis: Like the cast of a Fellini movie.
George Banks: Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache. Ellen: Yes sir. [to the bird] Ellen: Quiet! You're giving the master a headache!
Bert: What did I tell ya? There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it but the birds, the stars, and the chimney sweeps.
Bert: Bert'll take care of you, just like I was your own father. Now who's after you? Jane: Father is.
Mrs. Banks: [singing] Our daughters' daughters will adore us and they'll sing in grateful chorus, "Well done, sister suffragettes."
Bert: Bert'll take care of you; like I was your own father. Now, who's after you? Jane: Father is. Bert: What?
Bert: [about his chalk drawings] Not Royal Academy, I suppose. Still better than a finger in the eye, ain't they?
Charlie: Mary Elizabeth is a really nice person underneath the part of her that hates everyone.
