“You know I always liked you," said Fisher, quietly, "but I also respect you, which is not always the same thing. You may possibly guess that I like a good many people I don't respect. Perhaps it is my tragedy, perhaps it is my fault. But you are very different, and I promise you this: that I will never try to keep you as somebody to be liked, at the price of your not being respected.”

“Look, if I don't flirt with you, you should take that as a compliment. I don't always respect myself, but I almost never respect men. They're like flowers all showy, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground. But you I respect. I always did. From the first day I saw you.”

“I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man!”

“Sullivan, just pick it up.""My way is more genteel.""Your way is more tight ass.""Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding.""I'd respect you more if you took a bite of that dog.""You don't respect me any.""Like I said, I'd respect you more. More than none.”

“I don't have to agree with you to like you or respect you.”

“- With respect, Professor McGonagall, I'm not quite sure you understand what I'm trying to do here.- With respect, Mr. Potter, I'm quite sure I don't. Unless - this is a guess, mind - you're trying to take over the world?- No! I mean yes - well, NO!- I think i should perhaps be alarmed that you have trouble answering the question.”