[after smashing Paul's ankles with a sledgehammer] ... God I love you.Annie Wilkes
Annie Wilkes: God came to me last night and told me your purpose for being here. I am going to help you write a new book.
Paul Sheldon: You think I can just whip one out?
Annie Wilkes: Oh, but I don't think Paul, I know.
Annie Wilkes: Anything else I can get for you while I am in town? How about a tiny tape recorder, or how about a homemade pair of writing slippers?
Paul Sheldon: Annie, what's the matter?
Annie Wilkes: What's the matter? WHAT'S THE MATTER? I will tell you what's the matter! I go out of my way for you! I do everything to try and make you happy. I feed you, I clean you, I dress you, and what thanks do I get? "Oh, you bought the wrong paper, Anne, I can't write on this paper, Anne!" Well, I'll get your stupid paper but you just better start showing me a little appreciation around here, Mr. MAN!
Paul Sheldon: You know I never tasted meatloaf quite like this, what's your secret?
Annie Wilkes: My secret is, I always use fresh tomatoes, never canned. And to give it that extra zip, I mix a little Spam with the ground beef!
Paul Sheldon: Can't get this in a restaurant in New York.
Annie Wilkes: Oh, no.
Annie Wilkes: It's the swearing, Paul. It has no nobility.
Paul Sheldon: These are slum kids. I was a slum kid. Everybody talks like that.
Annie Wilkes: THEY DO NOT! At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that F-in' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!" THERE, LOOK THERE, NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!
Annie Wilkes: What's the ceiling that Dago painted?
Paul Sheldon: The Sistine Chapel?
Now that's an oogie mess.Annie Wilkes
Virginia McCain: [talking to Jim Taylor] No, he's not here. I don't know where he is, he never tells me anything any more. Probably out having an affair somewhere.
[Buster walks in]
Virginia McCain: Oh, here he is.
[hands Buster phone]
Virginia McCain: It's Jim Taylor, he wants to know who you're having an affair with.
Virginia McCain: Well, whoever she is, she sure likes to read a lot.
Sheriff John T. 'Buster' McCain: Virginia, I'm flattered that you think I have that kind of energy. I figure that if I can't find Paul Sheldon, at least I'll find out what he wrote about.
Virginia McCain: Well, what do you expect to find? A story about a guy who drove his car off a cliff in a snowstorm?
Sheriff John T. 'Buster' McCain: You see, it's just that kind of sarcasm that's given our marriage real spice.
Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?
Captain Darrow: [draws his knife] You know how THIS shit works?
Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh... let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man."
Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, oh, you don't, oh... well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the rocket man!
[He hits the firing switch, Darrow screams as the rocket takes off, spearing him in the chest]
Stanley Goodspeed: How do you like how THAT SHIT WORKS!?
Stanley Goodspeed: Shoot him, not the rockets!
John Mason: Any other news, professor?
Stanley Goodspeed: You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!
John Mason: Shh!
John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.