Nicholas Angel: [blocked by a gaggle of women pushing baby strollers] Oh you mothers.
Nicholas Angel: Sergeant Butterman, the little hand says it's time to rock and roll!
Nicholas Angel: [Trying to stop Frank Butterman from killing Danny] Pack it in Frank you daft bastard!
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Ben Sanderson: [to Sera as he is dying] See how hard you make me, angel?
Verna: You're a pathetic rumhead! Tom Reagan: And I love you, angel!
Bashful: [about Snow White] She's beautiful. Just like a angel!
Captain Miller: They're tankbusters sir. P-51s. Private Ryan: Angels on our shoulders.
Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her.
Angel: [Gazing across the Rio Grande] Mexico lindo. Lyle Gorch: I don't see nothin' so lindo about it.
I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he's wrong. Than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.
I love seeing what people wear out to dinner in different cities. I know how differently I dress in New York than I do in Los Angeles.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
I love New York. I love the multicultural vibe here. Los Angeles doesn't inspire me in any way. Everyone is in the same industry, yet you feel very isolated.
The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.
If you've driven over to the gay section of Los Angeles, it's like a golf course... Real estate values go 'boom!'
Ah, woman. She is an enigma. An anomaly of perfection & irony. She can lure angels into her arms & give birth to a nation of ideologies.
If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn't love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire.
No-one will be able to make us believe that man is a sublimated animal once we can show that within him there is a repressed angel.
And to every man has been assigned a good and an evil angel; one assisting him and the other annoying him, from his cradle to his coffin.
