[Huge stacks of fan mail is delivered] Ringo: None for me, then? Norm: Sorry. John: [handing Ringo one letter] Here, this'll keep you busy.
Grandfather: It's your nose, you know. Fans are funny that way, they take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose. Ringo: Aw, you pick on your own.
Ringo: Funny, really, 'cause I'd never thought of it, but being middle-aged and old takes up most of your time, doesn't it? Grandfather: You're only right.
Ellie Andrews: What is it that we're supposed to be doing again? Peter Warne: Hitchhiking. Ellie Andrews: Well you've shown me an excellent example of the hiking part. When does the hitching come in?
Robin: Oh, I dreamed about your house last night. George: Finished or unfinished? Robin: It was perfect George. Amazing George: Didn't you once dream that you could lick people well?
Grandpa: Every night it's the fucking chicken! Holy God Almighty! Is it possible just once we could get something to eat for dinner around here that's not the goddamned fucking chicken?
Jack Skellington: [singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky! [in a deeper tone] Jack Skellington: And they call him, Sandy... Clawssss...!
Newscaster: Reports, incredible as they may seem, are not the results of mass hysteria. Harry Cooper: "Mass hysteria?" What do they think, we're imagining all this? Ben: Shut up!
Helmut Grokenberger: [objecting to Yoyo's driving the cab] No, no, it's... Yoyo: What you mean 'No?' Helmut Grokenberger: It's not allowed! Not allowed! Yoyo: Look, yeah, it's allowed! This is New York!
[In Cousin Normy's backyard in the pouring rain] Ellen Griswold: We can't leave her on the patio! Clark: Would you rather I slipped her in the night deposit box at the funeral home?
[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive] Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Ofelia: Mercedes, do you believe in fairies? Mercedes: No. But when I was a little girl, I did. I believed in a lot of things I don't believe anymore. Ofelia: Last night a fairy visited me.
Ada: At night! I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine.
Feathers: In case you make up your mind, I left my door open. Get a good night's sleep. John T. Chance: You're not helping me any.
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.
Jeff: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times? Lisa: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.
Priest #2: [Before Marv's execution] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Marv: Would you get a move on already? I haven't got all night.
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
Sherlock Holmes: [whistling A Little Night Music and stops] I forgot the rest! [gets strangled] Sherlock Holmes: Ah, it's coming back.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: It's a great day for singing a song / It's a great day for moving along / It's a great day for morning to night / It's a great day for everybody's plight.
Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown at nights? South Bronx? Harlem? Travis Bickle: I'll work anytime, anywhere. Personnel Officer: Will you work on Jewish holidays? Travis Bickle: Anytime, anywhere.
