Hey you guys ready to let the dogs out?Alan Garner
John Doe: It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane.
David Mills: It's very comfortable.
Mr. Morgan: [after reading Shakespearean sonnet] Now, I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet.
[Kat raises her hand in the background]
Mr. Morgan: Yes, Miss "I Have An Opinion About Everything"?
Bumper: Well, well, well, look who's in Treble!
Donald: Ah, classic pun.
Bumper: I know.
Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then, and you're smarter than me now. So, don't blame me for how your life turned out.
Sean: I don't blame you! It's not about you, you mathematical dick! It's about the boy! He's a good kid! And I won't see you fuck him up like you're trying to fuck up me right now! I won't let you make feel like a failure too!
Louis Simo: Lady, I can nail you with this.
Leonore Lemmon: D'Artagnan, you couldn't nail me with roses and a trip to Vegas.
Nun: You know something’s wrong. You always felt it. You parents never told you the truth.
Moses: What truth?
Nun: The year of your birth, there was a prophecy that our leader would be born to liberate us. That leader is you, Moses.
You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over you and I can stop by the souvenir shop together but right now I just... I just wanna find some rockets!Stanley Goodspeed
Undercover Officer: You want your son to love you? Don't break the law!
Dennis: Hey! That's entrapment!
[gets pushed to the ground]
Dennis: And that's brutality!
George Michael is all about the ladies. "I want your sex." Does that sound like he's singing to a guy?Ollie
Harry Hogge: All right. While we're still under a caution, I want you to go back out on that track and hit the pace car.
Cole Trickle: Hit the pace car?
Harry Hogge: Hit the pace car.
Cole Trickle: What for?
Harry Hogge: Because you've hit every other goddamned thing out there, I want you to be perfect.
Royal Magistrate: A most excellent idea, sire.
Longshanks: Is it?