Father Dyer: May the schwartz be with you.
Reggie Hammond: Let me tell you something, Jack. If shit was worth something, poor people would be born with no asshole.
Young Winnie: Hey! Hey, Fellatio! Got a match? Well, I do! Your face and my ass! Your breath made of buffalo farts.
David Labraccio: Do I know you?
Young Winnie: You don't know jack-shit! Butt-wipe! Needle-dick! Cock-bite! Jack-off! Limp-wrist! Corn-hole! Banana-breath! Shit-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face! Kiss-ass! Brown-nose! Macho wimp! Limp dick! Fart-face! Tire merchant! What's the matter? Gonna cry? Come on, Crybaby Davie! Cry! Cry! Cry! Shit-face! Rat-turd! Ass-licking son of a bitch.
Nicholas: This guy's lying - he's a train robber.
Caulfield: What would I want with a train?
Frank Sutton: So you're a tough guy, huh?
Harry Madox: No, you're the tough guy. I'm worse.
Caroline: Are you in love?
Mary: Well, I... I do love him, I suppose. Not quite like when we first met. I trust him, really. He's my closest friend. But, what do you mean by in-love?
Caroline: I mean that you'd do absolutely anything for the other person, and you'd let them do absolutely anything to you. Anything.
Mary: Anything?
Lilly Dillon: I gave you your life twice. I'm asking you to give me mine once.
Lula: That Johnnie is one clever detective. You know how clever?
Sailor: How clever?
Lula: He told me once he could find an honest man in Washington.
Amy Wallace: You know all your friends from the force? You don't have them anymore.
Ralph: Whoever holds the conch gets to speak.
Colonel Scot McCoy: My turn to teach.
Justin: Don't you ever run away from me.
Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.
Dr. Ross Jennings: What do you wanna bet they're gonna go chase fireflies?
Bunny: Wanna blow up a bullfrog?
Shelley: OK.
Kid: What's the matter?
Detective John Kimble: Oh, I have a headache.
Lowell: It might be a tumour.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumour! It's not a tumour at all.
Turkell: It must be visiting hours, 'cause my friend is back.
Susie Waggoner: So... are you gonna tell me about it?
Frederick J. Frenger Jr.: Yeah, I'm gonna tell you about it. This straight life we've been living gave me a false sense of security. For a second I thought I was some kind of solid citizen or something.
Susie Waggoner: All I wanna know is what happened to you.
Frederick J. Frenger Jr.: Some guy in a blue Toyota pickup ran me over.
Susie Waggoner: I thought it must've been something like that.
Lieutenant Laker: He was your superior, wasn't he?
Graham Marshall: No, he was my boss.
David Ackerman: You fucking lied to Garcia.
Nick Pulovski: I didn't lie to him. I just didn't tell him the truth.