
Tonya Harding: There's no such thing as truth. It's bullshit. Everyone has their own truth, and life just does whatever the fuck it wants.

Ernesto Che Guevara: Homeland or death.

Jim Braddock: I have to believe that when things are bad I can change them.

Gerry Conlon: What I remember most about my childhood is holding your hand. My wee hand in your big hand, and the smell of tobacco. I remember, I could smell the tobacco in the palm of your hand. When I want to feel happy, I try to remember the smell of tobacco.
Giuseppe Conlon: Hold my hand.

Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead?
Marcus Luttrell: I don't know.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead?
Marcus Luttrell: Not yet.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right?
Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.

Lenny Bruce: "Fuck you." Never understood that insult, because fucking someone is actually really pleasant. If we're trying to be mean, we should say "unfuck you!"

Patsy Cline: I can't stand it. Makes me want to scream and claw my face.

Allen Ginsberg: Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever./And if you try to let them go... /They only circle back and return to you./They become part of who you are.
Lucien Carr: ...or they destroy you.

Record Company Executive: Your fans are gospel folk, Johnny. They're Christians, and they don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: Then they ain't Christians.

Lady Sarah: There are limits to what one can give.

Susanna: What happened to Polly?
Lisa: What needs to happen? No one's ever gonna' kiss her, man. You know, they're building a new Disneyland in Florida. If I could have any job in the world, I'd be a professional Cinderella. You could be Snow White. And Polly could be Minnie Mouse. Everyone would hug her and kiss her and love her and no-one would ever know what was in that big ol' head of hers, you know?

Alexander Hamilton: Where are you taking me?
Angelica Schuyler: I'm about to change your life.
Alexander Hamilton: Then by all means, lead the way.
Eliza Hamilton: Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Alexander Hamilton: Schuyler?
Angelica Schuyler: My sister.
Eliza Hamilton: Thank you for all your service.
Alexander Hamilton: If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.

Nicholas Earp: Remember this, all of you. Nothing counts so much as blood. The rest are just strangers.

American journalist: If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be?
Edith Piaf: Love.
American journalist: To a young girl?
Edith Piaf: Love.
American journalist: To a child?
Edith Piaf: Love.