"FREEZE! Drop the fucking gun, buddy. Put the gun down! Don't do it! Drop the gun man! Don't do it! Drop the fucking gun. We're gonna fucking blow you away!"

"It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man...as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can't move a finger, and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching...they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly...""

"Thank you, Commandant Lassard, Chief Hurst, Madam Mayor, Mr. President, His Holiness The Pope, The King of Norway, and our other honored guests.""

"Then again, maybe that's kind of the point. Maybe the truth is, I’m really not so ordinary. Maybe if we knew what other people were thinking we'd know that no one’s ordinary, and we all deserve a standing ovation at least once in our lives. My friends do. My teachers do. My sister does for always being there for me. My dad does for always making us laugh. And my mom does the most, for never giving up, on anything. Especially, me. It's like that last precept Mr. Browne gave us. Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. And if you really want to see what people are, all you have to do is look."

"Glad to be here, Lois."

"Walking towards that stage, I felt like I was floating. My heart was beating so fast. I didn't really understand why I was getting a medal. It's not like blew up the Death Star. All I did was get through fifth grade, just like everyone else here."

"I'll know."

"Hey, how will you know where I am?"

"I'll see you later."

"I hear him. I hear him. I hear you! Josh...?!"

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, the bells are ringing. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

"As you wish."

"You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled."

"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."

"(post-credits): Is this who? The winner? Oh, there's three."

"Hello, Mrs. Page."

"Hello, Mr. Griffith."

"Honey, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine."

"Congrats. Here, here you go...that's for you."

"Hey, kids. Daddy's home."

"So, in the end, Pinocchio did prove himself brave, honest and unselfish. And since then, many stories have been told about him. People say he was transformed into an honest-to-goodness real boy. Did that actually happen? Who knows? But I do know one thing for sure. In his heart, Pinocchio is as real as any real boy could ever be."

"The body of Mrs. Arthur Appleyard, Principal of Appleyard College, was found at the base of Hanging Rock on Friday 27 March 1900. Although the exact circumstances of her death are not known, it is believed she fell while attempting to climb the rock. The search for the missing school girls and their governess continued spasmodically for the next few years without success. To this day their disappearance remains a mystery."

"He has friends."

"And remember, you're supposed to be invisible!"

"And so, it wasn't so much the song that made a difference. It was everyone playing together...and it worked."

"I don't have to see it, Dottie. I lived it."

"Do you want to have sex again?"

"Let's go? Don't you want to see the rest of the movie?"

"Come on, Dottie. Let's go."

"It's the only kind he knows."

"I hope we don't hit an iceberg."

"It's gonna be my pleasure serving with you."

"(pre-credits:) My grasp on sanity remains absolute. Isn't that right, Agent Stone? Why don't you get a head start. Do some Rockconnaissance. Rockconnaissance. Come on, that's hilarious. What's the matter with you?! Here's the sitch. Uninhabited planet. No resources. No supplies. No apparent way home. A lesser man would die here. I'll be home by Christmas. Rockconnaissance! [cackles maniacally] Come on, cheer up!"

"S-P-O-T-S!"

"Can't forget this."

"(post-credits): Nurse!"

"Roger, darling. I've got the most wonderful news."

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

"Tomorrow? Uh... tomorrow I promised I would spend with my sister, but uh... what are your plans for every day after that?"

"Very good, very good."

"You should shut it down, or my friends and I will do it for you."

"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."

"(post-credits:) The Super Koopa Cousins!"

""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!"

"Vanity, definitely my favorite sin."

"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..."