Kobras: I always perfer to strike first.
Guy in elevator: What is this... fucking SHIT going on here?
The Sergeant: You're going to live, even if I have to blow your brains out.
Mayor: And if they traced it back to the company.
Slade: You'd be out of a job, for one thing.
Col. Lewis Pugh: I want everyone here to smell like a distillery.
Sonny: You ever think about going back into music?
Danny McGuire: Oh, only about 20 or 30 times a day.
Sean Boyd: Hey, listen! You've picked the wrong kid.
Dr. Obrero: I've been anxious to experiment with a male Caucasian brain.
Karen: Conrad. Let's have a great Christmas. Let's have... a great year. Let's have the best year of our whole lives. We can, you know... this could be the best one ever.
Liz Blake: Thank god, straight fucks are still in style.
Lazlo: Like a lot of people thought I was dead but, uh... hey you know you don't write any postcards when you're on the road to self-discovery.
Nobukado Takeda: The shadow of a man can never stand up and walk on its own.
Leon: See you at the finish line... wherever that may be.
Peregrin 'Pippin' Took: Fine time to fall asleep.
Bilbo Baggins: Who's asleep? Just resting my eyes.
Mr. Uwatsum: How about a nice bowl of fish eyes?
Inspector Winship: Will you pardon me, please?
Mr. Uwatsum: Ah... Do you like hummingbird cookies?
Dr. Tart: ...No, thank you.
Willy Dunlop: I'm standing... on top of the world.
Chaco Losojos: In there, the more you carry, the quicker you get tired, the sooner you die.
Cheech: Shit, man, I'm gonna be late for work again. That's the fifth time this week, and it's only Tuesday, man.