Nancy: Help! I've got him! Hey, Daddy! I've Got him trapped! Help! Where are you? Sgt. Parker: Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's under control! Nancy: Get my dad, you asshole!
Cop #3: [after seeing the crime scene in Glen's room] What the HELL did that, Lieutenant? Donald: I don't know. What's the coroner got to say? Cop #3: He's been in the John pukin' since he saw it.
Marge: [to Nancy] He's dead, honey, because Mommy killed him. [Reveals Freddy's glove] Marge: I even took his knives. So it's okay now. [Puts her hands on Nancy's knees] Marge: You can sleep.
Rod Lane: I probably could have saved her if I'd have moved sooner. But I thought it was just another nightmare, like the one I had the night before. There was... there was this guy; he had knives for fingers.
Mr. Koreander: The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They're called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
Roy Hobbs: I coulda been better. I coulda broke every record in the book. Iris Gaines: And then? Roy Hobbs: And then? And then when I walked down the street people would've looked and they would've said there goes Roy Hobbs, the best there ever was i...
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!
Betty Schaefer: Oh, the old familiar story. You help a timid little soul cross a crowded street, she turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money. Joe Gillis: That's the trouble with you readers, you know all the plots
Tony Montana: Okay, here's the story. I come from the gutter. I know that. I got no education... but that's okay. I know the street, and I'm making all the right connections. With the right woman, there's no stopping me. I could go right to the top.
[last lines] Sweeney Todd: There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful. And she was virtuous. And he was...
Anthony Hope: [Johanna is being hauled off to the asylum] Where are you taking her? Tell me or I'll... Judge Turpin: You'll kill me, boy? Well here I stand!
Sweeney Todd: And I will get him back even as he gloats in the mean time I'll practice on less honorable throats, and my Lucy lies in ashes and I'll never see my girl again!
Sweeney Todd: And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die, I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by!
Verbal: To a cop the explanation is never that complicated. It's always simple. There's no mystery to the street, no arch criminal behind it all. If you got a dead body and you think his brother did it, you're gonna find out you're right.
Jordan Belfort: This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on! [quoting Norma Rae] Jordan Belfort: They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain't going nowhere!
Jordan Belfort: My wife, Naomi, the Duchess of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. A former model and Miller Lite girl. Yeah. She was the one with my cock in her mouth in the Ferrari, so put your dick back in your pants.
Mark Hanna: Nobody knows if a stock is going to go up, down, sideways or in circles. You know what a Fugazi is?" Jordan Belfort: Fugazi, it's a fake. Mark Hanna: Fugazi, Fugazi. It's a wazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust.
Donnie Azoff: You dress like shit, so fuck you! Brad: Motherfucker! [punches Donnie] Jordan Belfort: OOH! Jesus! Brad: How do you like that? Who's the faggot now? Jordan Belfort: You okay? Hey pal.
[last lines] Jordan Belfort: I'm not ashamed to admit it: my first time in prison, I was terrified. For a moment, I had forgotten I lived in a world where everything was for sale. Wouldn't you like to know how to sell it?
Lou Mannheim: Bud... Bud I like you. Just remember something. Man looks in the abyss, there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss. Bud Fox: I think I understand.
Bud Fox: Did mom give you fish for dinner? Carl Fox: Spaghetti! Your mother still makes lousy spaghetti. Bud Fox: It's called "pasta" now, dad. "Spaghetti" is out of date. Carl Fox: So am I.
