Older Mike: History is all in the mind of the teller. Truth is all in the telling.
Nina: (discussing a line of dialogue she gave in an earlier movie) I didn't ask for the anal probe.
Margaret Schlegel: I deny it's madness.
Henry Wilcox: But you said yourself.
Margaret Schlegel: It's madness when I say it, but not when you say it.
Leslie Zevo: We're going to fight fire with marshmallows.
Montoya Santana: Whatever I did to you or to mama... to make you hate me, I'm sorry.
Pedro Santana: Your mother was a beautiful woman. She made me feel proud. She was 19 years old. Raped... by sailors. After it happened, we never talked about it. Then we got married and we tried to forget. When you were born, I tried to love you. But every time I looked at you, I wondered who your real father was. I wondered which sailor's blood you carried inside of you.
Bonnie Sherow: How could you let him sell you out? What about truth? Reality?
Tom Oakley: What about the way the old ending tested in Canoga Park? Everybody hated it. We reshot it, now everybody loves it. - That's reality.
Daniel: Do you ever feel lost?
Claire Cooper: I invented it. It's mine.
Columbus: Why do you want to help me?
Santangel: Faith, hope, charity. But greater than all these is banking.
Lane Bodine: I've never met anyone like you... you're honest, even when you lie.
Paul Cater: I didn't GET this car, I stole it. That's a felony.
Lurene Hallett: Well it shouldn't be if it can't go over forty.
Paul Maclean: Hello, Jess.
Jessie Burns: Hey, Paul.
Paul Maclean: How's your brother?
Jessie Burns: You both left him alone.
Paul Maclean: Well, I'm sorry about that. That was my fault.
Jessie Burns: Well, you're not forgiven.
Paul Maclean: Was Norman forgiven?
Jessie Burns: Norman's not funny.
Jean-Baptiste: At age ten one doesn't know the world needs to be changed.
Rain: I spent five days searching for the perfect word to describe the husband and that's when I came up with "apucious."
Gabe: Apucious. I looked it up in the dictionary but I couldn't find it.
Rain: Yeah, I know. I made it up.
Gabe: Oh, really.
Rain: Yeah. I thought it described him perfectly.
Sidney Deane: Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody? For Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?
Peter Hoskins: What goes into one, Rita? A Long Island Iced Tea?
Rita Boyle: I'm sorry darling, I've forgotten.
Peter Hoskins: What, do you have it all written down behind the bar or something?
Rita Boyle: I'm on vacation.
Peter Hoskins: So you can't remember a drink recipe for something that I would like to order?
Rita Boyle: Peter, you're doing it again. You take a perfect situation and you pee all over it.
Linda Voss: To my father I spoke German. But he warned me to keep this language a secret, because outside of our neighborhood in Queens New York, if people heard me speak German they would either think that I was a Nazi sympathizer, or they would know I was a Jew.
George: Guys like us that work on ranches are the loneliest guys in the world. They ain't got no family and they don't belong no place. They got nothin' to look ahead to.
Lennie: But not us George. Tell about us.
George: ...well, we ain't like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody cares.
Lennie: But not us, George, because I... see, I got you to look after me, but you got me to look after you.
Scott: Excuse me? You should check on your driver, pal. He don't look too hot.
Cesar Castillo: In the name of the Mambo, the Rumba, and the Cha cha cha.