Aunt Myrt: I didn't even know they were dating.
Angie Reynolds: Oh. It's an, it's a new thing. I don't think its serious Aunt Myrt.
Aunt Myrt: Hm. Funny. I always thought you and Ben would wind up together.
Angie Reynolds: You too. Maybe I need to get us t-shirts that say just friends.
Aunt Myrt: [chuckles] The very best relationships start out that way. My late husband was my best friend before we were married.
Elmont: Fear of heights?
Jack: Fear of falling.
Elmont: Well then don't fall!
Ivan Danko: I have car under control.
Art Ridzik: Yeah, I'm sure they taught you all about cars and the price of insurance at your famous Russian school in Kiev!
Ivan Danko: In socialist countries, insurance not necessary. State pays for everything.
Art Ridzik: Yeah? Well, tell me something, Captain. If you've got such a fucking paradise over there, how come you're up the same creek as we are with heroin and cocaine?
Ivan Danko: Chinese find way. Right after revolution, they round up all drug dealers, all drug addicts, take them to public square, and shoot them in back of head.
Art Ridzik: Ah, it'd never work here. Fucking politicians wouldn't go for it.
Ivan Danko: Shoot them first.
John Clayton: Your son killed the only person who ever cared about me.
Chief Mbonga: It was an animal.
John Clayton: She was my mother.
Chief Mbonga: How was he to know? My son was just a boy! Not like you! Where was your honor?
John Clayton: I… I had none. I had none.
[from trailer]
Daniel Lugo: [to a little boy] Don't eyeball me! I've seen your mother driving up and down these streets looking at me! I'll be your stepfather in about a week!
Marshall: This shit is officially above my pay grade.
[Mike, Marcus, and Julie start arguing, nobody paying attention to his gun; Julie just walks out]
Store Clerk: Hey, freeze bitch!
Mike Lowrey: [as he points the gun her way, in a flash Mike and Marcus stop arguing and point their guns at his head] YOU freeze, bitch!
Store Clerk: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
Mike Lowrey: Now back up, put the gun down, and get me a pack of Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.
Marcus Burnett: And some Skittles.
Torsten: Are you going to call the police? But I am the police.
Willy Wonka: Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking!
Charlie Bucket: You can eat the grass?
Willy Wonka: Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I'm* eatable! But that is called "cannibalism," my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
The Lady: Red is the color of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too.