— Bring the car around.
— Can't. The helicopter landed on it.
— I hate when that happens.
I'm not worried that you're crazy any more. I'm worried that you're right.
— I snap my fingers again, and some time tomorrow you emerge from several canine recta. Or you and Toto can go back to the land of Oz. Questions?
— Yeah. Two of them. Why am I wasting time on a dime store putz like you when I could be doing something much more dangerous? Like rearranging my sock drawers. And two, how exactly are you going to snap your fingers after I rip off both of your thumbs?
— You think you're funny, don't you?
— I know I am. I'm the famous comedian, Arnold Braunschweiger.
— Schwarzenegger.
— Gesundheit.
— O, bosom, black as death! Help, angels! All may yet be well. Now he's praying, and now I'll do it. And so he goes to heaven.
— Don't talk. Just do it.
— Hey, Claudius. You killed my father. Big mistake.
— Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet is taking out the trash.
— Stay thy hand, fair prince.
— Who said I'm fair?
— No one's going to tell this sweet prince, "Good night."
— To be or not to be.
— Not to be.
— Do not let him in. Repeat, do not let him in.
— Piece of cake.
— Hey. You want to be a farmer? Here's a couple of acres. Dekker, the next one I'll hurt.
— Sometimes, he likes to bake while he's shooting people. What I'm saying is Mr Benedict can take you out as easy as cake.
— Pie, you Sicilian schmuck.
— It's a bomb!
— He's okay. Minor wound. Both cops dead.
— Two days to retirement.