Frank McCrae: He'll kill again... he enjoys killing.
Garfield: Six must be my lucky number, because that was the life when I fell in love with music. I also fell in love with the girl who played the piano just for me.
Wyatt Earp: It's all true, give or take a lie or two.
Janet Cruise: It's ruined. It's totally ruined.
Eric Cruise: It wasn't me, mom! It was a little creature! I saw it.
Janet Cruise: The house is totally destroyed.
Eric Cruise: What do you want me to say?
Janet Cruise: I don't want you to say anything.
Andy: You okay, Boss?
Mace Montana: Well, my chin's banged up pretty bad... I think my ribs are broke... an' it feels like I punctured a major organ, Andy... but I'm circus.
Peter Loew: I'm a vampire! I'm a vampire! I'm a vampire.
Martin Thiel: I love the rain... it washes everything away... makes it clean.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Camille Claudel: You're wrong to think it's about you. You're a sculptor, Rodin, not a sculpture. You ought to know. I am that old woman with nothing on her bones. And the aging young girl... that's also me. And the man is me too. Not you. I gave him my toughness. He gave me his emptiness in return. There you are... three times me. The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness.
The Tall Man: You think that when you die, you go to Heaven. You come to us.
Wanda Saknussemm: Bitchin' left hook, Crassus.
Janis Zuckerman: I'm looking for a guy named Louie, fuzzy hair, crooked teeth, bug eyes. Has he been around lately?
Girl Punk: Suck shit through a tube.
Marielle Duchamp: The way Dr. Schoonbacher spoke of you, it was as though you could walk on water! Now I know why. Shit floats.