Max Baer: [to Braddock after a boxing round] You're going home in butcher paper, pal! BUTCHER PAPER!
Ed: Germ girl! Faye-Faye stay 'way-'way!
Jet: Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun...
Syd: Alright, yer 'fugees now. Show Syd the 'fugee face. Sad face. [goofy frown] Syd: Sad 'fugee face.
Theodore Faron: They got me.
Stan: What a STUPID conversation.
Ann: This conversation is over.
Mark: Does it bother you? Ann: What? Mark: Walking around in circles.
[first lines] Laura Kinney: Hello? Nancy?
Raymond Beaulieu: [to Zac, in the car] I don't smoke or drink or swear anymore. Fuck! I left my bag of weed at the pub.
M: Christ, I miss the Cold War.
Anthony: Come on now! This is America. Time is money.
Wybie Lovat: Whoa! Check out Slugzilla!
[Skank is chasing T-bird in a wrecked Yugo] Skank: Holy shit! God-damned foreign cars!
Rick: I stick my neck out for *nobody*!
Victor Laszlo: Play the "Marseillaise."... Play it!
Pat Webb: Ol' Don's as useless as tits on a boar.
Louis: Poor kids. I'll really miss them. [sniff]
[Steve smashes in Zola's screen] Dr. Arnim Zola: [appears on another screen] As I was saying...
Dr. Arnim Zola: Cut off one head two more shall take its place.
Dr. Arnim Zola: [to Steve] We are both men out of time.
