I'm Howard Hughes, the aviator.

If the Hercules does not fly, I will leave America and never come back again, and I mean it.

Sometimes I truly fear that I... am losing my mind. And if I did it... it would be like flying blind.

Can't you eat ice cream out of a bowl like everyone else?!

Everybody works for you, Howard.

Katharine: Howard's building a new aeroplane.
Ms. Hepburn: Luddie built a birdhouse once!

Show me all the blueprints.

Ha! Men can't be friends with women. They must possess them or leave them be. It's a primitive urge from caveman days. Hunt the flesh. Kill the flesh. Eat the flesh. That's the male sex all over.

Do your worst, Mr. Hughes!

Quarantine. Q-u-a-r-a-n-t-i-n-e. Quarantine.

Find me some clouds!

I sleep...in this room...in the dark. I have a place I can sleep. I have a chair. That's just beautiful. Oh, yeah. I like the desert. It's hot there in the desert, but it's clean. It's clean. I need to sleep. I should drink something first. I should drink something first. Wait a minute. What if that milk is sour? That milk is bad. I shouldn't pick up the bottle of milk with my right hand. And I shouldn't take the top off with my left hand...put it in my pocket. My left pocket.

Tell Jimmy I want ten chocolate chip cookies, medium chips, none too close to the outside.

Orange juice has... nutritional value. Flies outside the window, though. Little Howard loves orange juice, doesn't he just?

He owns Pan-Am. He owns Congress. He owns the Civil Aeronautics Board. But he does not own the sky.