Father Harlan: We are all angels. It is what we do with our wings that separates us.
Father Harlan: It all depends on how you look at it; we're either half way to heaven or half way to hell.
Father Harlan: You may be an orphan, but you are still a child of God.
Marvin: This country is divided into two types of people. Ford People and Chevy People.
Flower Hercules: Hercules: the strongest man ever to wear a skirt.
Irwin: Are you going to be my mother or my father?
Flower Hercules: I am both. Consider the perfect soul. I search for no one and no one looks for me. Whatever I need, I look within myself to find. I am complete. I am not king nor queen, yet I am both a mother and a father.
Irwin: You prayed to be this way?
Flower Hercules: Isn't that what Father Harlan says: pray and you shall receive?
Walter: [reading a letter] To the loving O'Brien family. It has been brought to our attention that the remains of a Mrs. Patricia O'Brien have yet to be excavated. Please make arrangements immediately.
Walter: Have you ever smelled death?
Willis O'Brien: I don't recall smelling it.
Walter: Death smells like nothing you've ever smelled in your life.
Willis O'Brien: What does it smell like?
Walter: You know when you've smelled death. 'Cause when you smell it you say to yourself, "Damn, something die?"
Mr. Stalling: [to men looking at his trophy mounts] Now all I need is a pair of sinners like you to mount up there.
Walter: You can consider, the death of a person is still considered progress.
Willis O'Brien: I heard that in California they're serving cheeseburgers and a soda in less than two minutes flat.
Arnold: Wow. That's fast food.
Happy: [to Flower] Don't let your motherly nature cost you your manhood.
Rudolph: No fish from Minnesota should be allowed to swim past the Missouri.
Father Harlan: In that journey of dying, you see many things. But all issues I had passed. Because I was to be a witness. A helper. And that's the thing, I think, is important about death, is the ability for us to be witnesses. Not only for our births of coming in, but going out. And that's what we have here. We've lost our town. It's gone. But maybe there's a birth someplace else. Maybe there's a blessing from that experience. I'm no longer afraid of death, but it's a lesson that's taken me 60 years to learn.