Heathcliff: Catherine! Catherine! Catherine!

Catherine Sloper: He must come, he must take me away, he must love me, he must. Morris will love me - for all those who didn't.

Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Tony Manetta: Sophie, Mario... I was wondering if, well... would you take Ally to live with you?
Sophie Manetta: Ally? But he don't want to go with us.
Tony Manetta: I don't care what he wants. And don't put me through a ringer Sophie, not you. You were absolutely right Mario. I'm nothing but a bum. Never have been anything but a bum. I had the money right in my hand, but I blew it trying to impress a guy who knows me like a book. Like you know me. Like everybody else knows me -- except me. A cheap, chiseling, conniving bum. And I don't want Alley to be like that, so please take him with you.

Cathy: You're very grand, Heathcliff. So handsome. Looking at you tonight I could not help but remember how things used to be.
Heathcliff: They used to be better.
Cathy: Don't pretend life hasn't improved for you.
Heathcliff: Life has ended for me... (pause) How can you stand here beside me and pretend not to remember? Not to know that my heart is breaking for you? That your face is the wonderful light burning in all this darkness?

[choked up about Rhett and Scarlett]
Mammy: He went out and shot that poor pony, and, for a minute, I thought he was gonna shoot himself.

[the former slaves have taken the Spanish ship - as the Spaniards return, their boats are destroyed by the ship's cannons]
Henry Hagthorpe: Didn't I tell you I was a gunner, sir?
Dr. Peter Blood: You did that, you son of a Yorkshire steer - and bless your rusty heart, it's a gunner you are!

Dr. Jekyll: I have no soul. I'm beyond the pale. I'm one of the living dead!

Dr. Jekyll: Oh, God. This I did not intend. I saw a light but did not know where it was headed. I have tresspassed on your domain. I've gone further than man should go. Forgive me. Help me!

Aunt Catherine: So I'm an old garbage bag put in the street, huh?... These are the worst years, I tell you. It's going to happen to you. I'm afraid to look in a mirror. I'm afraid I'm gonna see an old lady with white hair, just like the old ladies in the park with little bundles and black shawls waiting for the coffin. I'm fifty-six years old. And what am I gonna do with myself? I've got strength in my hands. I want to clean. I want to cook. I want to make dinner for my children. Am I an old dog to lay near the fire till my eyes close? These are terrible years, Theresa, terrible years... It's gonna happen to you. It's gonna happen to you! What are you gonna do if Marty gets married? Huh? What are you gonna cook? Where's all the children playing in all the rooms? Where's the noise? It's a curse to be a widow, a curse! What are you gonna do if Marty gets married? What are you gonna do?