
Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Abraz: Bullshit. Who sent you here, boy? Did that chickenshit asshole Raphael send you, boy?
Chance the Gardener: No. Mr. Thomas Franklin told me I must leave the old man's house. He's dead, you know.
Abraz: Dead, my ass. You tell that asshole, if he got somethin' to tell me, to get his ass down here himself! You got that, boy?

Prison Guard: Your painting privileges have been removed.
Doc: Why?
Prison Guard: I don't know.

Bobby James: Get the goons with the fruit.

Tatiana Donskaya: One day you will come to Moscow and you will see a clean subway.

Yin Chu: Golden Arm is as good as they say. With just his bare arms, he beat all of us. And if he had weapons.
Iron Feet Yang Hu Yun: Golden Arm never uses weapons. He claims he doesn't need them, and that using his bare arms is best. And, he's probably right.

Wally Stanton: I see that you're keeping up with the Agatha Christie affair. Tell me, do you think that she is dead? Everyone seems to.
Agatha Christie: They do, don't they?
Wally Stanton: That is all except her husband. I read this morning that he offered five hundred pounds for information. What do you think?
Agatha Christie: Perhaps that is all she is worth.