Mrs. Danvers: I watched you go down just as I watched her a year ago. Even in the same dress you couldn't compare.
Mrs. de Winter: You knew it! You knew that she wore it, and yet you deliberately suggested I wear it. Why do you hate me? What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so?
Mrs. Danvers: You tried to take her place. You let him marry you. I've seen his face - his eyes. They're the same as those first weeks after she died. I used to listen to him, walking up and down, up and down, all night long, night after night, thinking of her, suffering torture because he lost her!
Mrs. de Winter: I don't want to know, I don't want to know!
Mrs. Danvers: You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers! But she's too strong for you. You can't fight her - no one ever got the better of her. Never, never. She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman. It was the sea!
Mrs. de Winter: Oh, stop it! Stop it! Oh, stop it!
Mrs. Danvers: [opening the shutters] You're overwrought, madam. I've opened a window for you. A little air will do you good. Why don't you go? Why don't you leave Manderley? He doesn't need you... he's got his memories. He doesn't love you, he wants to be alone again with her. You've nothing to stay for. You've nothing to live for really, have you? Look down there. It's easy, isn't it? Why don't you? Why don't you? Go on. Go on. Don't be afraid...

Clouseau: There is something... personal... in this?
Dreyfus: Yes, deeply personal. I hate you! Every little bit of you! Now get out!
Clouseau: You want me to leave?

Hindley, as a child: You're not wanted up there. My father's passed your wheedling. Go and help the stable boys harness the horse for the vicar. Do as you're told. I'm master here now.

Sir Guy of Gisbourne: Let me ram those words down his throat your highness!
Prince John: No... later. Let him spout for the moment.

Terry: Hey, you wanna hear my philosophy of life? Do it to him before he does it to you.

[after being badly beaten by Johnny Friendly and his goons]
Terry: Get me on my feet.
[Father Barry and Edie help Terry stand up]
Father Barry: How're you doing?
Terry: Am I on my feet?