Chelsea Bowden: I hope they find the person who did it soon; I don't want to be studying for my college finals in a prison cell next year.
Beth: I just want you to know that I'll come visit you every weekend.
Chelsea Bowden: Really?
Beth: Every other weekend. I like to sleep in on Sundays.
Bob Lee Swagger: I don't think you understand. These boys killed my dog.
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Christianity's most sacred codices are in that archive. Given your recent… entanglement with the Church, there is a question I'd like to ask you first here in-in the office of His Holiness.
[Walks towards Robert Langdon]
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Do you believe in God, sir?
Robert Langdon: [pause] Father, I simply believe that religion…
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believe in God.
Robert Langdon: [pause] I'm an academic. My mind tells me I will never… understand God.
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: And your heart?
Robert Langdon: [pause] Tells me I'm not meant to. Faith is a gift… that I have yet to receive.
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: [pauses to consider his words] Be delicate with our treasures.
Molly: It's fun your mom thinks we're boning.
Amy: It isn't you who has to deal with their awkward looks when I say that I'm going to the library with you and I'm actually going to the library with you.
Robert Langdon: You say you hate history. Nobody hates history. They hate their own histories.
Sophie Neveu: So now you're a psychologist too?
Kevin: Man, glass tables are acting weird tonight.
Chip Douglas: The future is now! Soon every American home will integrate their television, phone and computer. You'll be able to visit the Louvre on one channel, or watch female wrestling on another. You can do your shopping at home, or play Mortal Kombat with a friend from Vietnam. There's no end to the possibilities!
Lori: Doug, honey… you wouldn't hurt me, would you, sweetheart? Sweetheart, be reasonable. After all, we're married!
[Lori goes for her gun, Quaid shoots her in the head, killing her]
Douglas Quaid: Consider that a divorce!
Hunter: [Becky pees off the top of the tower] At least you didn't have to shit.
Lt. Mauser: [Mauser and Proctor are spying on Lassard greeting the new recruits in his office] So… these academy rats are going to save the precinct?
Proctor: Hey, personally, lieutenant, I hope they fall flat on their asses.
Lt. Mauser: That can be arranged, you know?
Proctor: What do you mean?
Lt. Mauser: Well, if they fail, I take over as commander of the precinct.
Lt. Mauser: So?
Lt. Mauser: So… we make sure they fail.
Proctor: Who?
Lt. Mauser: The new recruits.
Proctor: Why?
Lt. Mauser: If they fail, Lassard's out, I'm in. And I'm gonna need somebody to be the new watch commander. And you know who that's gonna be.
Proctor: [confused] Who?
Lt. Mauser: [annoyed] You, dickhead, you!
Proctor: Oh… oh… well, good idea.
Lt. Mauser: You're not playing with a full deck, are you?
Proctor: Oh, I don't play cards.