Mitchell Stephens: You'd make a good poker player, kid.
M: [via Eve's earpiece] What was that? Eve: VW Beetles... I think.
Sean Parker: Drop the "The." Just "Facebook." It's cleaner
Pat: I don't have an iPod. I don't have a phone. They don't let me make calls. I'm going to call Nikki.
Heywood: [Andy has returned after solitary for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' good, huh? Hank Williams? Andy Dufresne: [smiling] They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Dr. Simon Tam: Eta Kooram Nah Smech!
River Tam: Put a bullet to me. Bullet in the brain pan, squish. [giggles whilst crying]
Dr. Simon Tam: River... River Tam: I know. We're going for a ride.
Jof: And the strict lord Death bids them to dance.
Judge Turpin: You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd.
[hearing Terrence and Phillip say "donkey raping shit eater"] Ike: Dopey pappy sheet eater.
[first lines] Stan: [singing] There's a bunch of birds in the sky. And some deers just went running by.
Wendy Testeberger: Fuck Gregory. Fuck him right in the ear!
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: When in doubt... fuck.
[repeated line] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Whoo-ah.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [shouting] I'm in the dark, here!
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.
[repeated line] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Where's the booze? Flowin' like mud around here.
Hazel: The end is built into the beginning.
Street drummer: Now back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Tucker: He's heavy for half a guy.
