"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."

"This came with it."

"(in-credits): Hitman! You're fast, but I'm faster."

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

"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."

"And so, we've come to the happy end of our story. But it's time for all of us to go home...just like Thomas."

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

"I'll see you later."

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

"After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that...he's gone."

"How fast does it go, Harry?"

"As you wish."

"Actually I do, Artie."

"Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted."

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

"There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid."

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

"So I had planned to marry Peter, but...I married Jack instead. Thank goodness my father was right. Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan. But Jack...Jack gave me the perfect gift: a stamp in my passport. He took me to Florence for our honeymoon. I guess you might say he gave me the world. Peter once asked me when it was that I fell in love with Jack. And I told him, "It was while you were sleeping.""

"Hello, Mrs. Page."

"Hello, Mr. Griffith."

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

"I-ffirmative."

"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."

"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."

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

"Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?"

"Now I'm gonna say it... ALVIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"(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."

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

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

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

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

"It's the only kind he knows."

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

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

"AAAALLLLVIIIIIIIINNNNN!!!!"

"I'm not going home. Not really."

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

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

"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 love you. I can't wish for anything more."

"(post-credits:) Mischief managed. Nox."

"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..."