[sings] I know this girl, name is Lily. Who need pass her bed t-i-m-e. She goes to sleep, she can just dream, and not has to be in a stinky trailer wit me. And when I feel blue, don't know what to do, I look at you and I just say.Jimmy Smith Jr
Jim The Gun Salesman: [persuading her not to buy a large gun and bullet to shoot a mockingbird] First of all, there's this book, "To Kill A Mockingbird"...
Kit: Copy that too, just put that book right here!
Man On Train: I shall call the guard!
Paul: Ah, but what? They don't take kindly to insults, you know. Let's go have some coffee and leave the kennel to Lassie!
Frank: [watching Larry get thrown from a moving car and rolling up next to his feet] Who was that?
Larry Buckman: [Larry stands up and brushes himself off] Oh, just some friends of mine.
Frank: Friends? Friends slow down. Friends even stop!
I have no one. At least you two have each other.Charlie Fineman
We fight crime. Call it what you will.The Shoveller
Prem Kumar: Final question for twenty million rupees, and he's smiling. I guess you know the answer.
Jamal Malik: Do you believe it, I don't!
Prem Kumar: You don't? So you take the ten million and walk?
Jamal Malik: No. I'll play.
Buddy: You're a fake.
Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake?
Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead, huh? Ho, ho, just kidding.
Buddy: You stink.
Gimbel's Santa: I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don't smell like Santa.
DS Andy Wainwright: You do know there are more guns in the country than there are in the city.
DS Andy Cartwright: Everyone and their mums is packin' round here!
Nicholas Angel: Like who?
DS Andy Wainwright: Farmers.
Nicholas Angel: Who else?
DS Andy Cartwright: Farmers' mums.
Rog: Who the hell's Rock Hudson?
Clint: He's an actor, dumbass. Haven't you seen North By Northwest?
You know what one of the reasons for short term memory loss is? Venereal disease. Maybe your cunt of fucking a wife sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned you into a fucking retard.Natalie
Special Agent Rakes: My name is Charlie Rakes. I'm from Chicago.
Forrest: Pete, who the hell is this son of a bitch?
Special Agent Rakes: Me? I'm the one who's going to make your life real difficult from now on if you don't tow the line, country boy.
Forest: Don't you ever touch me again.