Richard Kimble: Do you remember what I told you in the tunnel?
Sam Gerard: Um, yeah. It was noisy, I think you said something like you didn't kill your wife.
Richard Kimble: Remember what you told me?
Sam Gerard: I remember you pointing my gun at me.
Richard Kimble: You said "I don't care."
Tracing tech: He's on the south side.
Sam Gerard: Yeah. Yeah, that's right, Richard. I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here.
Richard Kimble: Well, I *am* trying to solve a puzzle.
Cosmo Renfro: Five seconds to location.
Richard Kimble: And I just found a *big* piece.
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Damn good riding with you, Chavez.
Chavez: Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right.
Social Worker: What's so funny?
Arthur Fleck: I was just thinking... just thinking of a joke.
Social Worker: Do you wanna tell it to me?
Arthur Fleck: You wouldn't get it.
Frank Castle: Latin Kings.
Micro: Let him go, Frank.
Frank Castle: You know this piece of shit?
Micro: Ex piece of shit.
Frank Castle: Yeah. He's a regular choir boy.
Carlos: Fuck you, cracker.
Micro: Language.
Ray Merrimen: I ain't cuffin' up.
Big Nick: That's OK. I don't bring my cuffs anyway. (01:34:05)
Matt: The only reason you stay here is so you can fuck my mother and eat her food. motherfucker. food eater.
Vinny Gambini: Everything that guy just said is bullshit.
Vanessa: Ho-ly shit! Well look who got beaten with the ugly stick. Bob, is that you? My God, I can't believe such an itty bitty gun could make such a big mess out of someone! You are so ugly Bob! Oh and hey I heard you have one of those poop bags where the shit comes out the side, you're just a big old shitbag aren't you Bob! I hope you think of me every time you shit in that thing, motherfucker!
Romeo: Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
Linus Caldwell: What did I say?
Danny Ocean: You called his niece a whore.
Rusty Ryan: A very cheap one.
Danny Ocean: She's seven.
Police Inspector: Doctors... Lawyers... Never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million. What can a slumdog possibly know?
Jamal Malik: The answers.
Phil Philips: I never knocked a guy out with his own balls before. (00:26:05)
David Mills: You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Judge in Dream: I accuse you... of a wasted life.
Papillon: Guilty... guilty... guilty.
Big Jule: Well, I used to be bad when I was a kid, but ever since then I've gone straight, as has been proved by my record: Thirty-three arrests and no convictions.
Ellie Burr: A good cop can't sleep because he's missing a piece of the puzzle. And a bad cop can't sleep because his conscience won't let him.
Student: We, er, shot one of them in the, em, throat.
Rory Breaker: What do you want? A medal? I'll shoot you in the fucking throat if I don't get my ganja back.
Birdie: Check this out. You ain't goin to college or any fuckin where if the Bird Man don't win. You might be on the other team, but you playin for ME. Remember that.
Captain Fredricks: What part of "no" don't you understand, Strode? The "N" or the "O"?