Willard

Frank Martin:
What part of "You're fired" don't you understand?

Willard:
Yes. Look at the rats...

Willard:
They'll do anything I tell them.

Frank Martin:
Then tell them to get the f*** out of my office!

Willard's Mother:
Oh, what is that on your hand?

Willard:
I... it's, it's soap.

Willard's Mother:
It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will - when will you find yourself a girl?

Willard:
You stole this company from my father. It killed him and it killed my mother and now you're trying to kill me. You're trying to take my house. You made a fool of me in front of everybody. You made me hate myself. I thought about it a lot, hating myself. Well right now, at this moment, I LIKE myself.

Willard:
Have you been to the basement?

Willard's Mother:
Oh, you know I can't, but I know they're there. I can smell them! All my life I could smell mice.

Willard:
Smell mice.

Willard's Mother:
And hear them! Don't you hear them down there?

Willard:
It's just the wind.

Willard:
You killed Socrates.

Frank Martin:
I killed who?

Willard:
How do you think Socrates felt when you stuck him? Answer me!

Frank Martin:
Who the f*** is Socrates?

Willard:
He was the only friend I ever had!

Willard's Mother:
What an awful name. Willard. If you had a stronger name, Frank Martin wouldn't push you around. Or maybe you've found a girlfriend if you'd had a more handsome name. Mark or Kyle. Clark. From now, Willard, your name's Clark. Good night, Clark.

Willard:
We're done with each other, Ben. Just go! Go away! We are not friends anymore.

Mr. Garter:
The money can help you start over.

Willard:
Start over? I'm almost done!

Willard:
Tear him up.