McCord: Do you remember the talk we had about... all the talk?
Starkweather Two Delta: No!I don't want to die, no! No! I want to go to the Island! You promised! I wanna live! I don't wanna die! No!
[just before a clone is being born]
McCord: Whoa seriously, guys, unless you wanna see me blow chunks, can you wait till I'm gone?
Lincoln Six-Echo: Why do we sound different?
Tom Lincoln: I'm from Scotland.
Lincoln Six-Echo: [imitating] I'm from Scotland.
[from trailer]
McCord: The life you thought you had... it never happened.
Laurent Team Member: It was supposed to be a simple bag job, huh?
Laurent Team Member: It's never simple.
Jordan Two-Delta: [after destroys all the tail vehicles] Good job.
Tom Lincoln: What's with all the biting?
Lincoln Six-Echo: You still think there's an Island?
McCord: No, no, no, no, no... That's the worst idea I've ever heard. Do you have any idea how *dead* I would be? Not to mention *fired*.
Jack Skellington: [singing] Just because I cannot see it, doesn't mean I can't believe it!
Jack Skellington: [singing] My dearest friend, if you don't mind... I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars...
Jack Skellington, Sally: And sit together, now and forever. For it is plain, as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Mayor: We've got to find Jack! There's only 365 days left until next Halloween!
Wolfman: 364!
Santa: Haven't you heard of peace on earth and goodwill toward men?
Lock, Shock, Barrel: NO!
[first lines]
Santa: 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't I'd say it's time you begun.
Oogie Boogie Man: [singing] I am the shadow on the moon at night / Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Mayor: Jack, please, I'm only an elected official here, I can't make decisions by myself!
Jack Skellington: [singing] There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead!
Sally: [singing] What will become of my dear friend? / Where will his actions lead us then? / Oh, how I'd like to join the crowd / In their enthusiastic cloud. / Try as I may, it doesn't last. / And will we ever / End up together? / No, I think not. / It's never to become, / For I am not the one.
Dr. Finkelstein: Sally! You came back.
Sally: I had to.
Dr. Finkelstein: For this.
[holds Sally's detached arm; she causes it to wave at herself]
Sally: [smiles] Yes.
Dr. Finkelstein: Shall we, then?