Sister Ann: The demon preys on the most devout because our guilt, it is the deepest.

Sister Ann: The demon preys on the most devout because our guilt, it is the deepest.
Li Noor:
Say hi to your mother for me.
Vincent:
Look in the mirror. Paper towels, clean cab. Limo company some day. How much you got saved?
Max:
That ain’t any of your business.
Vincent:
Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It’s all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn’t happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You’ll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don’t you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can’t even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?
Rob Hall:
You, my friends, are following in the very footsteps of history…
Optimus Prime:
[Morse code]
I’m coming for you, humans…
Bottles:
The fact is, we all started out as someone’s little angel. And a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims. Nothing in between can exist here.
Stella:
Human touch. Our first form of communication. Safety, security, comfort, all in the gentle caress of a finger. Or the brush of lips on a soft cheek. It connects us when we’re happy, bolsters us in times of fear, excites us in times of passion and love. We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. But I never understood the importance of touch. His touch. Until I couldn’t have it. So if you’re watching this, and you’re able, touch him. Touch her. Life’s too short to waste a second.
Matt Weston:
Are you going to kill me?
Tobin Frost:
[Frost shoots the wall next to Weston’s head]
I only kill professionals.
Sherlock Holmes: Uh, hmm… Right. Where are the wagons?
Madam Simza Heron: The wagon is too slow. Can't you ride?
Dr. John Watson: It's not that he can't ride… How is it you put it, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes: They're dangerous at both ends and… crafty in the middle. Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?
Edward Cullen:
It’s my job to protect you. From everyone, except my sister.