Eli Sunday:
Oh, Daniel, please... I'm in desperate times. I need a friend... I feel the walls closing in. I've sinned! I need help! I'm a sinner! I've let the Devil grab hold of me in ways I never imagined! I'm so full of sin.
Plainview:
The Lord sometimes challenges us, doesn't he?
Eli Sunday:
Oh yes he does! Yes he does! Oh! He's completely failed to alert me to the recent panic in our economy and this! I must have this! I've invested... my investments have... Oh, Daniel, I won't bore you, but I... If I could grab the Lord's hands for help I would, but he does these things all the time, these mysteries that he presents and while we wait, while we wait... wait for his word...
Plainview:
You're not the chosen brother, Eli. It was Paul who was chosen. He found me and he told me about your land. You're a fraud.
Eli Sunday:
Why are you talking about Paul? Don't say this... don't say this to me, Daniel.
Plainview:
I did what your brother couldn't. I broke you and I beat you.
Dr. Moreau:
Permit me Mr.Douglas, to tell you something of the Devil as I've come to know him. The Devil is that element in human nature, that impels us to destroy and debase.
Edward Douglas:
And what are you about upon this island but destruction and debasement.
Dr. Moreau:
Oh well, I can tell you very plainly... [Majai interrupts by putting his foot on the dinner table to which Dr.Moreau reacts]
Dr. Moreau:
No please, don't do that. [Majai removes foot from table]
Dr. Moreau:
For 17 years I have been striving to create a... some measure of refinement in the human species you see. And it is here, on this very island, that I sir, have found the very essence of the Devil.
Edward Douglas:
What do you mean?
Dr. Moreau:
I've seen the Devil, in my microscope and I have chained him, and I suppose you could say in a sense metaphorically speaking, I have cut him to pieces. The Devil, Mr.Douglas, I've found is nothing more than a tiresome collection of genes, and it is with great assurance that I can tell you, that Lucifer, Son of Morning is no more.
Captain Ahab:
So you crossed his wake again?
Capt. Boomer:
Aye. Twice.
Captain Ahab:
But you could not fast him?
Capt. Boomer:
Why would I want him? Isn't one limb enough? My wants a profitable home. No thank you, sir. No more white whales for me. He's best left alone.
Captain Ahab:
Aye, but he'll be hunted nonetheless! What's best left alone, Captain, isn't always least to fight. When did you last see him?
Capt. Boomer:
Upon my soul, sir, your blood's at boiling point!
Captain Ahab:
Which way was he headed?
Capt. Boomer:
Good God! East, I think!
Captain Ahab:
East! Mr. Starbuck, prepare to set sail! We've wasted enough to time. Good day to you, Captain!
Capt. Boomer:
What the devil is wrong with him? Has he lost his senses?
Starbuck:
My apologies, Captain Boomer. No offense meant, I'm sure, sir. 'Tis the pain in his stump.
Capt. Boomer:
The man's mad!
T-Bird:
What? What are you talking about? Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. You mean that place downtown? Yeah, I remember her. We needed to put some fear into that little lady, she wasn't going along with our tenant relocation program. Then her idiot boyfriend shows up and turns a simple, sweeping clear into a total cluster fuck! Who gives a shit? It's ancient history. Why? What do you want? What is it? What? Speak to me! Speak! [flashback of T-Bird and his gang breaking into Eric and Shelly's apartment]
T-Bird:
[to Shelly] Did you send us these complaints? [hits Shelly and drags her by the hair]
T-Bird:
Come here! "Abashed the devil stood-" Does it get you sweaty? [T-Bird finally recognizes Eric]
T-Bird:
I know you. I know you. [laughs nervously]
T-Bird:
I knew I knew you, I knew I knew you. But you ain't you. You can't be you. We put you through the window. There ain't no coming back. This is the really real world, there ain't no coming back. We killed you dead, there ain't no coming back! There ain't no coming back! There ain't no coming back!
[after putting dog poop in a paper bag and lighting it on fire on Old Man Clemens' porch]
Billy Madison:
Oh my God, Old Man Clemens hates shit.
Frank:
Shh, here he comes.
Old Man Clemens:
Who the hell is it? What do you want? Judas Priest, Barbara, it's one of those flaming bags again.
Barbara:
Don't put it out with your boots, Ted.
Old Man Clemens:
Don't tell me my business, Devil Woman. Call the fire department, this one's outta control. [Old Man Clemens steps on the bag, then lifts up his boot and smells]
Old Man Clemens:
Eck, poop again.
Billy Madison:
He called the shit "poop". [Billy, Jack, and Frank laugh hysterically]
Frank:
This is the best night of my life. [They continue laughing]
Old Man Clemens:
I'll get you damn kids for this. You're all gonna die.
