"Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A Dark Knight."

"We're going to need a bigger cave."

"Of all the Lanterns who have ever worn the ring, there was one whose light shined brightest. At first his humanity was thought to be a weakness, and yet it proved to be his greatest strength."

"And you'll never have to."

"Don't work too late."

"Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads."

"Come what may. Merry Christmas, Master Bruce."

"Merry Christmas, Alfred. Good will toward men...and women."

"I'm not a bit surprised."

"Hi, Alfred."

"Mr. Wayne told me to tell you that he might be a bit late."

"I thought champagne would be in order ma'am."

"Your secret is safe. He's definitely a wacko."

"(post-credits:) Thank you for staying until the end. Bye-bye."

"Thank you, Barney, I love you."

"That'll do, Pig. That'll do."

"Well, uh, I guess this is my last video log. Because whatever happens tonight. Either way I'm... I'm not gonna be comin' back to this place. Well, I guess I better go. I don't wanna be late for my own party. It's my birthday, after all. This is Jake Sully signin' off."

"Glad to be here, Lois."

"Wacko. Is that a technical term? [Chase laughs] Listen, I won't be needing this anymore. Thank you for giving me a new dream. [Chase kisses Bruce]"

"I see now. I can't save my family by running. This is our home. This is our fortress. This is where we make our stand."

"(mid-credits:) Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Burt Bacharach"

"Our job is finished."

"(mid-credits:) What say, you, we go out on the town and swing, baby? Yeah!"

"Just a little prick. It's a flu shot. You've been in the coldness of space, I don't want you to get sick. It's one thing to attack me, it's quite another to attack my Mini-Me. I'm gonna get you Austin Powers, I'm gonna get you. [laughs evilly]"

"I'm gonna get you Austin Powers! It's frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Bigglesworth."

"AAAALLLLVIIIIIIIINNNNN!!!!"

"(mid-credits:) Oh, come on! Come on. What are you gonna do, carry me out? Really? Okay, you are gonna carry me out. Okay! Okay, this is fine! I've been looking to relax all day! I'm like Cleopatra! Floating away! I'm gonna chillax!"

"(mid-credits:) AAAALLLLVVVVIIIINNNN!!!!!!"

"(mid-credits:) Paging Dr. Freud."

"(mid-credits 2:) Good start, gentlemen. Only 10 more rows of bleachers to go. Let's do it."

"(post-credits:) All right, guys. All right. All right. All right, I'm out. I'm out. Is this necessary? Come on. Is that necessary? Is that...At least let me go back and get my purse."

"ALVIIIIIIIIIINNN!!!!"

"Okay! this one's for Dave. Everybody, shake what your mama gave ya!"

"(post-credits:) Hello, out there! Is the movie over? I'm still down here, and I'm still in quite a lot of pain. Maybe someone in the lobby could call an ambulance. Oh! The pain is really quite severe. I fashioned a makeshift splint. Here goes nothing! [screams and falls to the ground]"

"(mid-credits:) Ooh... suddenly, I got really, really tired. Night, Dave!"

"(post-credits:) Okay, guys. Come on. Let's try it again. Here we go and sing. Come on. Sing for your Uncle Ian. Come on, sing. Why won't you sing? I said sing. Sing."

"Thank you!"

"This is colony ship Covenant, reporting. All crew members apart from Daniels and Tennessee tragically perished in a solar flare incident. All colonists in hypersleep remain intact and undisturbed. On course for Origae-6. Hopefully this transmission will reach the network, and be relayed in 1.36 years. This is Walter, signing off. Security code, 31564-F."

"You should leave him alone!"

"Final report of the vessel Prometheus. The ship and her entire crew are gone. If you're receiving this transmission, make no attempt to come to its point of origin. There is only death here now, and I'm leaving it behind. It is New Year's Day, the year of our Lord, 2094. My name is Elisabeth Shaw, last survivor of the Prometheus. And I am still searching."

"Ash, Captain Dallas are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off."

"I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself."

"And I get to tend the rabbits..."

"I-ffirmative."

"There's no place like home."

"Old Skip was 11, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out, pointing. Eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he'd yawn and he'd stretch, reach out to me with his paws, as if he was trying to embrace me. I recieved a transatlantic call one day. "Skip died," Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket. "They buried him out under our elm tree," they said. That wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart."

""Dear Mrs. Doubtfire, two months ago, my mom and dad decided to separate. Now they live in different houses. My brother Andrew says that we aren't to be a family anymore. Is this true? Did I lose my family? Is there anything I can do to get my parents back together? Sincerely, Katie McCormick." Oh, my dear Katie. You know, some parents, when they're angry, they get along much better when they don't live together. They don't fight all the time, and they can become better people, and much better mummies and daddies for you. And sometimes they get back together. And sometimes they don't, dear. And if they don't, don't blame yourself. Just because they don't love each other anymore, doesn't mean that they don't love you. There are all sorts of different families, Katie. Some families have one mommy, some families have one daddy, or two families. And some children live with their uncle or aunt. Some live with their grandparents, and some children live with foster parents. And some live in separate homes, in separate neighborhoods, in different areas of the country - and they may not see each other for days, or weeks, months...even years at a time. But if there's love, dear...those are the ties that bind, and you'll have a family in your heart, forever. All my love to you, poppet, you're going to be all right...bye-bye."

"Damn, these things are fast! I'm okay! I'm okay!"

"Here you go. Knock yourself out. Oh. No good, huh? Otis, more curry. OK. Try this one. Huh? It's mozzarella and herring. You can taste the herring, right? I've got an idea for a caviar-brie swirl and peanut butter and jelly for kids. But I really want to talk about marketing. You should be our spokesperson. I know some people who've used a mouse as a spokesperson. You see, I want to turn this into the string cheese factory of tomorrow..."