Joe Dixon: There are a whole bunch of Negros coming this way. And we're looking like a big ol' bucket of fried chicken.
Bob Stone: You're like a black Will Smith.
Dr. Fletcher: They are what they believe they are. The brain has learned to defend itself.
Academic Moderator: You are treating them like they are supernaturals, like they have powers. Karen, we are these are patiensts, they have been through trauma.
Dr. Fletcher: And perhaps now they are capable of something we are not. We have brain scans now. DID patients have changed their body chemistry with their thougts.
William: We are honored, to be honored.
Tovar: Is that the best you've got?
Willie: Spare some change. Think about somebody besides your fucking self.
Dr. Franks: You had an injury to your head. You got hurt, right? When you were young? Do you remember how it happened?
Jericho Stewart: Yeah. My mother told my daddy that he wasn't my daddy. So he called her a whore and throw... me out the car window.
Volmer: Do you know what the cure for the human condition is? Disease. Because that's the only way one could hope for a cure.
Rachel Joy Scott: I want to be a light, but it feels so dark.
Elizabeth Bennet: Your abilities as a warrior are beyond reproach, Mr. Darcy. If only you were as good a friend.
Apocalypse: All is revealed.
Clarence Goobril: Wordness to the turdness.
Everett Lewis: Oh! When I was their age did the work o' ten men. Clean this yard, chop wood.
Mr. Hill: Yeah.
Everett Lewis: Built that fence.
Mr. Hill: Yes, but - You were here, around people. Everett? If someone applied for that job? Hire them.
Kaiser Wilhelm II: I'm ashamed to say that before and after my first marriage I, myself, fathered at least two illegitimate children: one with an Austrian countess, another with a French prostitute who was known in court circles as Madame L'Amour. Both of them, incidentally, blackmailed me for huge sums of money, the Countess and the prostitute. I expected better of the prostitute.
Sebastian: I'm letting life hit me until it gets tired. Then I'll hit back. It's a classic rope-a-dope.