Tuddy Cicero: [as Paulie is being arrested] Why don't you boys go down to Wall Street and find some real crooks? Whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of humor.
Fred Friendly: Shirley, honey, would you go across the street and get the early editions? Shirley Wershba: All of them? Edward R. Murrow: Just get O'Brian.
[Tom is seated at the command centre, waving a pointed finger at CCTV photos of a street entertainer] Tom Weaver: If we don't come down hard on these clowns, we are going to be up to our *balls* in jugglers!
Fred: That baseball player sure looks like a giant to me. Susan: Sometimes people grow very large, but that's abnormal. Fred: I'll bet your mother told you that, too.
[Doris is trying to convince Susan there is no Santa Claus] Susan Walker: But when he spoke Dutch to that girl... Doris Walker: Susan, I speak French, but that doesn't make me Joan of Arc.
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school? [starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer] Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Kris Kringle: Now wait a minute, Susie. Just because every child can't get his wish that doesn't mean there isn't a Santa Claus.
Doris Walker: I was wrong when I told you that, Susie. You must believe in Mr. Kringle and keep right on doing it. You must have faith in him.
Kris Kringle: [smells other Santa's breath] You've been drinking. Drunken Santa Claus: Well, it's cold outside. A man's gotta do something to keep warm.
[West Indian Archie gives Malcolm his first gun] West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets? Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.
Tina's Mom: [On seeing Tina's torn nightgown] Tina, you either gotta cut your fingernails or ya gotta stop that kind of dreaming. One or the other.
Nancy: [looking in the mirror] This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't... Nancy: [Freddy smashes through the mirror and grabs her]
Nancy: [after seeing that the house is now fully secured] Mother! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? Security from what? Marge: Not from what, from whom.
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]
Young Allie: [Noah is about to lie down in the street intersection] You're gonna get hit. Young Noah: [Looks around for oncoming cars, there aren't any in sight] Uhh, by all the cars?
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life we two, maybe not like you remember. Maybe not like I imagined. But we could get by.
Beggar Woman: [singing about Todd and Mrs. Lovett's incinerator] Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil! City on fire!
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.
Jordan Belfort: Let me tell you something. There's no nobility in poverty. I've been a poor man, and I've been a rich man. And I choose rich every fucking time.
Jordan Belfort: Her pussy was like heroine to me. And it wasn't just about the sex either. Naomi and I got along. I mean, we had similar interests and shit.
Jordan Belfort: The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.
