Nick Alexander: Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful legs?
Bartender: Oh, Nick! You can't see them from here.
Nick Alexander: No, but I do have a good imagination. Well, actually I'm just trying to be nice.
Casey: They send me out last. You get me, you've hit bottom. I'm the last cookie in the jar.
Chozen: You insult my honor again, I'll kill you.
Remy McSwain: If I can't have you, can I have my gator?
Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there usin' his car to kill people, not that it's such a big deal since it seems to be your gang he's got it in for... so, if you guys try to take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.
Detective Cameron: Corpses that have been dead for twenty-seven years do not get up and go for a walk by themselves.
Gunnery Seargant Thomas Highway: The United States Marines is lookin' for a few good men - and you ain't it.
Mark Watson: Mom! Dad! There's something I have to tell you... I'm black.
Uncle Pomme: The earth speaks to all of us, and if we listen, we can understand.
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!"
Tommy: I went to go cremate Jason but I fucked up.
Deputy Rick: You got that right.
Fielding: Father, he's done this penance long enough, and well, the other brothers think the same.
Gabriel: But he doesn't think so, John. Until he does, neither do I.
Brett: If you don't get your hand off my leg, you're going to be wiping your ass with a hook next time you take a dump.
Camp Loman: I never heard no talk like that when I was a boy.
Norman Bates: Conservative clothes never go out of style.
William of Baskerville: The only evidence I see of the antichrist here is everyones desire to see him at work.
Stanley: Jesus, how horny can you get?
Eugene: I don't know. What's the highest score?