Max: You'll be carrying the stink of the streets with you for the rest of your life! Noodles: I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.
Noodles: I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! Noodles: You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
[as Deborah dances to a record of "Amapola", she catches Noodles spying on her in the bathroom] Young Deborah: Get down off of there, roach! That record's just like Ex-Lax - every time I put it on, you have to go to the bathroom!
Noodles: To keep from going crazy, you have to cut yourself off from the outside world, just not think about it. Yet there were years that went by. It seemed like... no time at all, because you're not doing anything.
[Deborah orders her maid Margo to leave her alone with Noodles] Noodles: She called you Miss... you never got married? Deborah Gelly: No. Noodles: Do you live alone? Deborah Gelly: No.
Harmonica: And Frank? Snaky: Frank sent us. Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me? Snaky: Well... looks like we're... [snickers] Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse. Harmonica: You brought two too many.
Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
Cheyenne: Harmonica, a town built around a railroad. [laughs] Cheyenne: You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands. Harmonica: They call them "millions." Cheyenne: "Millions." Hmm.
Jill: [stares at Harmonica from her window] Cheyenne. What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing? Cheyenne: He's whittling on a piece of wood. I got a feeling that when he stops whittling, something's gonna happen.
Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. Just funny. Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
Frank: [Frank is trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won] Just hurry up and make the deal! Harmonica: Which deal Frank? We've got more than one to settle you and me.
[first lines] Station agent: Hey - hey hey hey hey, if you want any tickets, you'll have to go around to, eh, to, eh, the front of the, eh... oooh, well, I s'pose it'll be all right.
[first lines] Michael Sullivan, Jr.: There are many stories about Michael Sullivan. Some say he was a decent man. Some say there was no good in him at all. But I once spent 6 weeks on the road with him, in the winter of 1931. This is our story.
Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What are you eating? Emile: [pause] I don't really know. I think it was some sort of wrapper once. Remy: What? No! You're in Paris now, baby! My town! No brother of mine eats rejecta-menta in my town!
Norma Desmond: There once was a time in this business when I had the eyes of the whole world! But that wasn't good enough for them, oh no! They had to have the ears of the whole world too. So they opened their big mouths and out came talk. Talk! TALK...
Shaun: As Bertrand Russell once said, "The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation." I think we can all appreciate the relevance of that now. Liz: Was that on a beer mat? Shaun: Yeah, it was Guinness Extra Cold. Liz: I won't say anything. ...
Cole Sear: Are you a good doctor? Malcolm Crowe: Well... I used to be. I won an award once. From the Mayor. It had an expensive frame. Cole Sear: I'm gonna see you again, right? Malcolm Crowe: If that's okay with you.
Nero: We wait. We wait for the one who allowed our home to be destroyed, as we've been doing for 25 years. Ayel: Once we've killed him? Nero: Kill him? I'm not gonna kill him. I'm gonna make him watch.
Charlie Bucket: [referring to Augustus' being stuck in the pipe] He'll never get out. Grandpa Joe: Yes, he will, Charlie. Watch. Remember when you once asked me how a bullet comes out of a gun?
Marwood: [voiceover] Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day. And for once I'm inclined to believe that Withnail is right. We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell. Making an enemy of our own future. What we need is harmony, ...
Miss Plimsoll: I almost married a lawyer once. I was in attendance when he had his appendectomy, and we became engaged as soon as he could sit up... and then peritonitis set in and he went just like that! Sir Wilfrid: He certainly was a lucky lawyer.
