INSPECTOR HAWK: Why should a young girl suddenly run amok and butcher three friends in such a brutal manner as well as the fisherman John Gurney?
DR. SIMPSON: That's what I have to find out.

DR. SIMPSON: What probably happened is that her brain has become overloaded by the horror of what it has done, or seen. So, its only course was to blow the fuse, so to speak.
INSPECTOR HAWK: What, like a machine that short-circuits?
DR. SIMPSON: That's roughly the analogy. So what we have to do is find the fault and correct it. Otherwise the fuse will blow again when the machine restarts.

DES: But it's terrific here-just like the kid said it was. We have sounds, food, and some great grass! This place is really far out!
MAE: It scares the hell out of me!

MAE: Evil. I get feelings of evil from this island.
DES: That's just me wanting to boing you.

GARY: I get the only chick in Europe who doesn't want to get laid.
PENNY: I told you before we came, I don't. That doesn't mean I don't want to.
GARY: You drive me crazy like that. For Christ's sake, I'm a man.
PENNY: And I know how to take care of a man. And I will. I promise.
GARY: Penny? Can you take care of me now? I'm going insane.
PENNY: All dressed up and nowhere to go.

NORA: It was a hot night. And what's a girl to do when her husband's away? Masturbation's so boring.

ROSE: Oh, I wish they hadn't left us alone!

BROM: Time enough for one of those shipboard romances.
NORA: Don't bust your jeans, kid. I seldom make love to strangers, and never while my husband's watching.
BROM: You ought to give it a go. You might find he likes it.
NORA: It's not him I'm worried about, sonny, it's you. You look a trifle inexperienced. You know - big on chat, small in everything else.

HAMP: The island has a bad name, Mr. Brent. Always has, always will.
BRENT: Especially after the death of your father and those three American kids.

NORA: You want me to sort out who sleeps with whom, or shall we draw lots?

NORA: (screams)
BROM: Turn it off, will you? Do you want them to think I wanted to rape you?
NORA: Oh, that wouldn't be so bad, you stupid bastard. You just scared the pants off me.
BROM: Did I? That's interesting. While they're off, I'll take advantage of it.
NORA: I'll let you know when I want that.

NORA: Brent carries a gun.
DAN: How do you know that?
NORA: I noticed the bulge in his trousers under his sweater.
DAN: Yes, you would.

Compiled by David Kalat