Famke Janssen

Sam: "The specialty of the groups coming out of this area is trafficking in women."
Bryan: "Keep going."
Sam: "Okay. Their previous MO was to offer women from the emerging East-European countries like Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria jobs in the west as maids and nannies. Once they smuggled them in, they'd addict them to drugs and turn them into prostitutes. Lately, however, they've decided that it's more economical just to kidnap traveling young women. Saves on transportation costs."
Lenore: "Not my little baby."
Bryan: "What else?"
Sam: "Based on what they know about the way these groups operate, our analyst says you have a ninety-six hour window from the time she was grabbed."
Bryan: "To what?"
Sam: "To never finding her."

Lenore: "I don't get you."
Bryan: "What?"
Lenore: "You sacrificed our marriage to the service of the country, you've made a mess of your life in the service of your country, can't you sacrifice a little one time for your own daughter?"
Bryan: "I would sacrifice anything for her."

Bryan: "I'm not comfortable with this."
Kim: "Dad."
Bryan: "I know the world, sweetie."
Kim: "Dad, please..."
Bryan: "I don't think a seventeen-year-old should be traveling alone."
Kim: "I'm not gonna be alone."
Bryan: "Two seventeen-year-olds."
Kim: "Amanda's nineteen!"
Bryan: "How about this? How about if I go along? You won't even know I'm there. I'm very good at being invisible."
Lenore: "As you so amply demonstrated for the rest of her life."

Lenore: "Wait, what about you?"
Bryan Mills: "I'll be fine. It's the guys following us who are about to have a problem. When a dog has a bone, the last thing you want to do is try and take it from him."

Lenore: "Bryan. Don't."
Bryan Mills: "I don't even know where the kid lives!"
Lenore: "You found her in a city of 12 million people within 72 hours. Promise me."

Lenore: "Why do you have to be so damn honorable?"
Bryan Mills: "Believe me, right now I wish I weren't."

Muriel: "I see you got my invitation."
Gretel: "Say your name before my arrows rip out your throat."
Muriel: "I go by many names. None of which you are worthy of pronouncing."
[Muriel transforms to her true self]
Gretel: "Oh my God!"