Dr. Dan 'Danny' Kauffman: The mind is a strange and wonderful thing. I'm not sure it will ever be able to figure itself out. Everything else maybe, from the atom to the universe. Everything except itself.
Harry: [to himself] And yeah, looking back, I maybe should've said something, told her I wasn't really a nipple - DETECTIVE, detective. Uhm, sorry...
[the lone obstacle to the sought-after gold is a solitary tank guarding the bank] Crapgame: Then make a DEAL! Big Joe: What kind of deal? Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe the guy's a Republican. "Business is business," right?
Lindsey: I was just thinking that if you're still alive when I get back from work tonight... maybe, I don't know, we could go out to dinner or something?
Sera: What's up? Ben Sanderson: I was looking for you tonight. I don't know if you've a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, but I thought maybe we could get some dinner.
Leo O'Bannion: You hear about Rug? Tom Reagan: Yeah, RIP. Leo O'Bannion: They took his hair, Tommy. Jesus, that's strange, why would they do that? Tom Reagan: Maybe it was injuns.
Teddy: You don't know who you are anymore. Leonard Shelby: Of course I do. I'm Leonard Shelby. I'm from San Francisco. Teddy: No, that's who you were. Maybe it's time you started investigating yourself.
Natalie: You know what one of the reasons for short term memory loss is? Venereal disease. Maybe your cunt of fucking a wife sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned you into a fucking retard.
Max Jerry Horovitz: [in letter to Mary] I cannot understand how being honest can be considered improper. Maybe this is why I don't have any friends.
Max Jerry Horovitz: People often think I am tactless and rude. I cannot understand how being honest can be improper. Maybe this is why I don't have any friends.
[Tolliver loosens his tie suggestively] Ed Crane: Was that a pass? Creighton Tolliver: Maybe. Ed Crane: Well you're out of line, mister... way out of line.
Nancy: Maybe I should just pick up that bottle and veg out with you; ignore everything going on around me by getting good and loaded. Marge: [Smacks Nancy]
Alicia: I've told you before, Mr. Devlin doesn't mean a thing to me. Alexander Sebastian: I'd like to be convinced. Would you maybe care to convince me, Alicia, that Mr. Devlin means nothing to you?
Griffin Mill: I was just thinking what an interesting concept it is to eliminate the writer from the artistic process. If we could just get rid of these actors and directors, maybe we've got something here.
[after watching The Bicycle Thief] Griffin Mill: Great movie, huh? So refreshing to see something like this after all these... cop movies and, you know, things we do. Maybe we'll do a remake of this!
Jennifer: You can pin me anytime, Skip. Or maybe I should just pin you. Skip: [laughs] That's silly, Mary Sue. How could you possibly pin me?
H.I.: I tried to stand up and fly straight, but it wasn't easy with that sumbitch Reagan in the White House. I dunno. They say he's a decent man, so maybe his advisors are confused.
Jim Stark: If he had guts to knock Mom cold once, then maybe she'd be happy and then she'd stop picking on him. Because they make mush out of him! Just mush!
Frank: Ara again? You gonna get an autographed picture and kiss it every night before you go to bed? Rudy: What is your problem? Frank: Or maybe he'll give you permission to wipe his ass.
Commoner: But is there anyone who's really good? Maybe goodness is just make-believe. Priest: What a frightening... Commoner: Man just wants to forget the bad stuff, and believe in the made-up good stuff. It's easier that way.
Max Fischer: Maybe I'm spending too much of my time starting up clubs and putting on plays. I should probably be trying harder to score chicks.
