Melvin Udall: [to a group of depressed psychiatric patients] What if this is as good as it gets?
Melvin Udall: I'm drowning here, and you're describing the water!
Helene McCready: I feel like 9/11 now.
Angie Gennaro: This is horrible. Patrick Kenzie: Not for Channel 9.
Morgan: My boy's wicked smart.
Chuckie: So this is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there'd be equations and shit on the wall.
Morgan: I swallowed a bug.
Henry Lipkin: Now, no more shenanigans, no more tomfoolery, no more ballyhoo.
M. Gustave: Who's got The Throat-Slitter?
M. Gustave: Methinks me hears me death me fears...
Dr. Egon Spengler: I feel like the floor of a taxi cab.
Louis: Boy, the superintendent's gonna be pissed!
Dana Barrett: [possessed by Zuul] Take me now, subcreature.
Walter Peck: Shut these off. Shut these all off!
Michael Corleone: Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in.
Maximus: At my signal, unleash hell.
Commodus: It vexes me. I'm terribly vexed.
German Barbarian: Ihr seid verfluchte hunde!
[repeated line] Edward R. Murrow: Good night, and good luck.
Don Hollenbeck: I could use a scotch. Edward R. Murrow: I think everyone could use a scotch.
Eduard Delacroix: [Wetmore has just stamped on Mr. Jingles] Oh, you're a mean bastard, Mr. Wetmore!
