Matt Farrell: You just killed a helicopter with a car!
John McClane: I was out of bullets.

Matt Farrell: You just killed a helicopter with a car!
John McClane: I was out of bullets.
Dina Byrnes: I had no idea you could milk a cat!
Greg Focker: Oh yeah, you can milk anything with nipples.
Jack Byrnes: [He reacts] I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?
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!
Agneta: Benny, Do you think my tits are baggy?
Jack Langdon: Do you want to come in?
Katie: No, no, no. I wouldn't want to intrude.
Jack Langdon: Oh, no. It's potluck. There's always way too much food, and it's warm.
Katie: Oh, really?
Jack Langdon: Yeah, but I mean, if you have somewhere to be…
Katie: Well, I could come in for a minute.
Jack Langdon: Oh, really?
Katie: Yeah.
Jack Langdon: Oh, OK.
Leslie Rodgers: How do you sleep at night?
Parker: I don't drink coffee after 7.
Oskar Matzerath: There once was a drummer. His name was Oskar. He lost his poor mama, who had eat to much fish. There was once a credulous people… who believed in Santa Claus. But Santa Claus was really… the gas man! There was once a toy merchant. His name was Sigismund Markus… and he sold tin drums lacquered red and white. There was once a drummer. His name was Oskar. There was once a toy merchant… whose name was Markus… and he took all the toys in the world away with him.
Kurt Nygren: Thought you were the press officer, not a police officer.
Aspen: Well… that thing with the ladies will have to be put under wraps. You, of all people, know what can happen when a situation gets sticky.
The Queen: They take a lot of photographs of you, don't they? The only photograph they take that really matters is the one they put on the ten-pound note, and they took that one. You understand, my dear, that all you are is currency.
Lauren: You know, I'm curious. With so many possible reasons, which one's the one your wife left you for?
Jim: Cancer.
Lauren: [awkward pause] I'm sorry. I naturally just assumed you were divorced.
Jim: It's OK. I naturally assumed your husband shot himself, so we're even.