Caligula: (chuckling to himself with delight) Yes! Spoils of the sea; loot from old Neptune! Hee-hee! He'll not take me on again in a hurry..."
Goeth: I think you are drunk.
Schindler: That's power, Amon. That is power. (genuflects) Amon the Good.
Goeth: I pardon you!
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Lord Rust: You have to admit, the horse did a better job than some of the other councilors.
Lady Selachii: A flowerpot and two people who had been beheaded!
Doctor: Marshal, you are quite mad.
Marshal: Only if I lose.
Garth: You will address me by my proper title, Kirk.
Kirk: I'm sorry. I should've said Captain Garth.
Garth: I am Lord Garth, formerly of Izar, and I lead the future masters of the universe.
Kirk: (getting impatient) I'm sorry. "Lord" Garth.
Garth: You Earth people are a stiff-necked lot, aren't you?
Pelagius the Mad: Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me. Besides, I have so many things to do. So many undesirables to contend with, naysayers, buffoons, detractors... Why, my headsman hasn’t slept in three days!
Sheogorath: You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally-insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? (giggles) Grow old?
[Shows a picture of Vlad the Impaler]
Actually, you know maybe it's best not to think about that...