Fargo: Hell, most Soviet bombers are so old they still use propellers. The Minnesota Air National Guard could probably knock them down.
Harpoon: Well, do you want to get on the phone and order them into the air, Colonel, because every transistor in Minnesota is burned OUT.
Brontë Mitchell Faure: We don't have to like each other. We just have to get married.
Warwick: We're going to hell...together!
Ken: I don't wanna play this game anymore.
Susan Riley: Shooting Cordell is only good for getting his attention.
David Ackerman: You fucking lied to Garcia.
Nick Pulovski: I didn't lie to him. I just didn't tell him the truth.
Molly: ...you have no respect for women.
Joey: I guess dinner and a blow job's out of the question.
Molly: I guess.
Joey: We'll forget dinner.
Justin: Don't you ever run away from me.