Danny Torrance: Our beliefs don't make us better people. Our actions make us better people.
Danny Torrance: We're all dying. The world's just one big hospice with fresh air.
Dick Hallorann: You can put things from the Overlook away in boxes, but not memories. They are the real ghosts. You take them with you.
Rose the Hat: Well, hi there.
Horace Derwent: Great party, isn't it?
Crow Daddy: [Crow Daddy realizes Dan Torrance is talking through the captive Abra] Who are you?
Abra Stone: I'm the guy who killed your friends.
Crow Daddy: [seething] It's nice to meet you. Neat trick. Haven't seen this one before.
Abra Stone: Wanna see one more?
[Crow Daddy reaches for his gun]
Abra Stone: I don't imagine Rose will be too happy if you shoot the prize.
Crow Daddy: I don't suppose Rose will be happy about any of this. And when that woman gets mad... well... seems to me you know enough to know you might wanna sit this one out. Count your blessings, go on your way.
Danny Torrance: [From trailer] Just talk to the kid.
Snakebite Andi: Fucking Men! FUCKING MEN!
The Bartender: [Dan tries to talk about Wendy's death but Jack ignores this and offers him a drink] Maybe something warm... to push away such unpleasantries.
Dan Torrance: Don't you want to hear about it? She was your wife!
The Bartender: I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm just the bartender.
Dan Torrance: Oh, yeah. Just Lloyd the bartender... pouring joy at the Overlook Hotel.
The Bartender: I'll pour whatever you like, mister Torrance.
Dan Torrance: Oh, Dad... this drink will cost an awful lot!
The Bartender: Your money is no good here. Orders from the House.
Dan Torrance: It will cost more than money. It will cost me eight years... eight behind me and who knows how many in front of me.
The Bartender: [Jack takes a drink] A man tries. He provides. But is surrounded by mouths that eat and scream and cry and nag. So he asks for one thing, just one thing for him, to warm him up, to take the sting out of those days and the mouths eating and eating and eating everything he makes, everything he has. A family. A wife, a kid. Those mouths eat time. They eat your days on Earth.
[pours another drink]
The Bartender: Just gobble them up. It's enough to make a man *sick*. And this
[offers Dan the glass of whiskey]
The Bartender: ... is the medicine. So tell me, pup... are you going to take your medicine?
Dan Torrance: [tearfully] ... I'm not!
[Jack knocks the glass away, smashing it]