* 'Well to make a long story short...' 'Too late.'
* 'I'm a god. I'm not 'the' God. I'm 'a' god.'
* 'At last we meet; for the first time, for the last time.'
* 'Pride. Pride's a weakness.' 'Personally, I would prefer stupidity.'
* 'I'm not worthless. And I don't have fleas.'
* 'We'll never survive.' 'Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has.'
* 'I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack.'
* 'Kiddo, if you were any more wound up, you'd be a Timex.'
* 'Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, I need, I need...'
* 'I am Norfolk!' 'You WERE Norfolk; dead men have no titles.'
* 'We'll use paper money for the jockey fee and expenses, but this will be for your entry money. We'll use the gold sovreigns for luck.'
* 'I can shoot straight, if I don't have to shoot very far.'
* 'He's fleeing the interview, he's fleeing the interview!'
* 'You call yourself a patriot, and loyal subject to the crown?' 'I don't call myself subject to much at all.'
* 'This is an incredibly romantic moment, and you're ruining it here with me.'
* 'That's a picture one of my kids did. There's Santa Claus, and there's Mrs. Claus.' 'Honey, how many fingers does Mrs. Santa Claus have here?' 'Eleven.'
* 'I made a funny. Ha ha ha ha.'
* 'I ain't biting no more butts.'
* 'Shelly. Shelly the barracuda. She's twelve.'
* 'I dare you to run.' 'WHAT?!?'