Billy Loomis: Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!

Billy: Life is like a movie. You just can't pick your genre.

Sydney: What's the point they're all the same, some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can't act and is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it's insulting.

Stu: Did you really call the cops?
Sydney: You bet your sorry ass I did.
Stu: My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!

Sydney: But this is NOT a movie.
Billy: Yes it is, Sydney. It's all one big movie.

Randy: If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath--would you be standing in the horror section?

Gail: Jesus, get the camera.
Kenny: My name's not Jesus.

Clarice: If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?
Lecter: Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me... I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter: I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.

Sean Archer: We are a covert anti-terrorist team that is so secret, when we snap our fingers NOTHING HAPPENS!

Castor Troy: Isn't this religious, ah yes. The eternal struggle between good and evil, saint and sinners... but you are still not having fun!

Castor Troy: Lies, deceit, mixed messages... this is turning into a real marriage.

[Sean Archer and Castor Troy, each wearing the other's face, meet]
Castor Troy: It's like looking in a mirror. Only... not.

Castor Troy: Hello? This is Sean Archer.
Sean Archer: Well, if you are Sean Archer, then I must be Castor Troy.

President Marshall: Peace isn't merely the absence of conflict, but the presence of justice.

Heinrich Harrer: Your shame will be your torture, and your torture will be your life. I wish it long.

� "The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It's all lies, but they're entertaining lies. And in the end, isn't that the real truth? The answer is no." � Guest voice Leonard Nimoy on The Simpsons, introducing a cartoon homage to The X-Files.

Ruth: Tell us of the accommadations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're pretty good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.

Ismay: So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
Smith: No, I do not see the need. We are making excellent time.
Ismay: Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them marvel at her speed, too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!

Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.

Old Rose: Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait: wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.

Old Rose: I saw my life as if I had already lived it. An endless parade of parties and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... or even noticed.

Ruth: I hope the boats aren't too crowded.
[Caledon Hockley smiles.]
Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
Caledon: Not the better half.
Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

Jack Dawson: You're going to die an old woman, warm in your bed, not here, not tonight.

Mike Baker: She's got her period. Should be an interesting honeymoon, eh?
Jim Baker: Where do you kids learn all this stuff?
Mike Baker: School.
Jim Baker: Good, I'm getting my money's worth.

[Caroline is very drunk.]
Caroline: Who's he?
Jake: That's me.
Caroline: Who are you?
Jake: I'm him.
Caroline: Oh, ok.

Geek: You know, I'm getting input here that I'm reading as relatively hostile.
Samantha: Go to hell.
Geek: VERY hostile!

Jim Baker: That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else.

Long Duk Dong: No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food.

Jim Baker: Why do you think you're a dork? I don't think you're a dork. I don't think Mom thinks you're a dork.
Samantha: Mike thinks I'm a dork.
Jim Baker: Mike is a dork..

Geek: Just answer me one question.
Samantha: Yes, you're a total faggot.
Geek: Ha ha ha. That's not the question.