Caretaker: Contract of San Venganza.
Caretaker: [Johnny reaches for the Contract, Caretaker pulls it away] Hell on Earth.
Johnny Blaze: Now your gonna have to trust me.
Caretaker: Why is that?
Johnny Blaze: He may have my soul but he doesn't have my spirit.
Caretaker: Any man thats got the guts to sell his soul for love has got the power to change the world, you didn't do it for greed, you did it for the right reason, maybe that puts God on your side, to them that makes you dangerous, makes you unpredictable, thats the best thing you can be right now.
Gerry Fleck: I can't dance, I can't dance, I've got two left feet!
Cookie Fleck: I thought he was kidding.
Gerry Fleck: But I wasn't. I was born with two left feet.
Claude Lacombe: Mr. Neary, what do you want?
Roy Neary: I just want to know that it's really happening.
Barbara Covett: Do you know much about wine?
Richard Hart: I know I like drinking it!
Nicholas: What's that?
Conrad: [signs document] This... is... the bill.
Nicholas: Do you want to split it?
Conrad: [exhales] Oh God yes! I'll take some of that...
[shows Nicholas enormous number at bottom]
Nicholas: [shocked] Oh my God.
Billy Bob: I sure do love that dog.
Mox: I think it's a pig.
Billy Bob: Yeah.
Jules, y'know, honey... this isn't real. You know what it is? It's St. Elmo's Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasn't even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you're making up all of this. We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge.Billy
Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?Fenster
Zed: You could be my right-hand man.
Oh: I've seen what you do with your right hand. No, thank you.
Susan Storm: I understand. I'm not angry.
Reed Richards: Good.
[turns around starts to walk away. Steps into an invisible force field]
Susan Storm: I'm not finished yet!
Reed Richards: [turns around, speech is muffled by the force field] Please continue.
Luc Clairmont: [at confession] Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
Madame Audel: ...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
Yvette Marceau: ...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.
[to her husband after he stares at a group of girls] Why don't you just lick 'em when they walk by?Sheila