John Constantine: When I was a kid, I could see things. Things humans aren't supposed to see. Things you shouldn't have to see. My parents were normal. They did what most people would do. They made it worse. You think you're crazy long enough, you find a way out.
Angela Dodson: You tried to kill yourself.
John Constantine: I didn't "try" anything.
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Guard: Talk. Talk, speak.
Paxton: What the fuck do you want me to say?
Guard: American.
Jackie Price: How you doing?
Jack Starks: Better now.
Katherine: It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
Nick Jones: Ugh, Dalton, did you crap your pants again?
Dalton Chapman: What? No! I don't know, maybe. I am wearing my work clothes.
Ben Mitchell: How much do you want for this?
Mick Taylor: I'm not gonna charge ya, you stupid bastard. Did you hear that?"How much"! Ha ha ha.
Father Moore: Once you've looked into the darkness, I think you carry it with you for the rest of your life.
Mayor Buckman: Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm: Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
George: Houses don't kill people. People kill people.
Sonia Rand: I don't have time for stupid idiots.
Travis Ryer: Well, why don't you make some time. How about we stop with the insults, because it is starting to get on my nerves.
Sonia Rand: You think I devoted my career to designing an amusement park ride for rich men to compensate for their little willies by shooting prehistoric animals, is that what you really think?
Travis Ryer: No, what I think is that if you were a guy, someone would have probably knocked you on your ass a long time ago.
The Host: You dream is over! Your nightmare is about to begin.