Terry: This is great. I'm down on the docks at 1:30 in the morning. I might as well pin a hundred dollar bill to my ass and scream "Victim here! Victim here!"
Mark Watson: Mom! Dad! There's something I have to tell you... I'm black.
Seymour: It's true! I chopped him up. But I didn't kill him.
Stanley: Jesus, how horny can you get?
Eugene: I don't know. What's the highest score?
L.G. McPeters: Just had another cursin' caller. Your little ass is gonna be in big trouble with that tape girl.
Mark Forman: What the fuck was that?
Rachel Samstat: He has cancer.
Mark Forman: Bullshit.
Rachel Samstat: Mark.
Mark Forman: It's bullshit.
Rachel Samstat: People don't lie about things like that.
Mark Forman: Contractors lie about everything. What'd he say, "I have cancer"?
Rachel Samstat: Exactly.
Mark Forman: Well, he probable meant that "he" has cancer.
Rachel Samstat: Who?
Mark Forman: How do I know? Someone. I don't know. His father.
Rachel Samstat: His father's dead.
Mr. Sakamoto: Everything is all right here?
Kazihiro: Yes. Fine. Great. Have a good trip back.
Mr. Sakamoto: I will visit the factory tomorrow.
Kazihiro: Uh, tomorrow not good day.
Mr. Sakamoto: Why?
Kazihiro: Factory is locked and we can't find key.
Saito: Bullshit-o.
Paul Miller: You were born to be a detective!
Donald Wilson: I was?
Paul Miller: You reek of detective!
Donald Wilson: I reek?
Narrator: Look at this. Who can say it isn't beautiful? Sky, bricks. Who do you think lives there? Four-car garage. Hope, fear, excitement, satisfaction.
Laura J. Kelly: Don't lose him.
Tom Logan: I'm not going to lose him. Where is he?
Walter: Mozart? Mozart is dead, his problems are over, help meee.
Cadet Karen Adams: You see this ear, Mahoney? It's a finely tuned crap detector.
Sgt. Carey Mahoney: Oh, and what a lovely ear it is. If I blow in it, will you follow me anywhere?
Roberto: Not enough room to swing a cat... Cat. The animal.
Official: Sir, what about evacuation?
Lt. Colonel Conroy: Evacuation? Of who?
Official: The people.
Lt. Colonel Conroy: Oh, you mean New York, Pennsylvania, Vermont, Canada... those people?
Ferdy: Look, I'm sorry if I made you angry, Linda.
Linda: It's not you, Ferdy. I'm just not used to be chased around a mall in the middle of the night by killer robots.
David Basner: Look, I've done the job. Alright? Take my stuff, do whatever you want to do with it. But for the fifth time now, I'm not going anywhere with anybody. And don't you ever fucking touch me again.
Ken Kessler: I mean, what the hell's the point of being a decent person when no-one is? Let's be assholes and get rich.
