The Shadow: The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Cole: Stevie Wonder could follow these tracks.
Grandpa Mori Shintaro: Before you go to Japan, you will be tested on the field of battle. Remember, four strands of rope, apart you can snap, but together you can be strong, now get out there and kick butt.
Rock Reilly: Get in the van!
Ryan Gaerity: I've come here to create a new country for you called chaos, and a new government called anarchy.
Red Bean's Mother: You ate my chicken ass, now I'm going to eat your ass.
Wade: I want to thank you, Tom. You saved my life.
Tom: Uh - don't worry about it.
Wade: You didn't have to hit me, though.
Tom: ...Yes I did.
Fumio Funakoshi: What style is that?
Chen Zhen: Don't ask! if it works, it's a good one.
Sabrina Peterson: How'd you get involved in this, Sam? Willy wanted to get rid of Beekman and he thought you could get the job done?
Sam Smotherman: Something like that.
Sabrina Peterson: But you botched the fire in college. What made him think you'd get it right this time?
Sam Smotherman: I was the only bad guy he knew.
Senior in restaurant #1: If you have job, you wear the pants.
Connor MacLeod: Where is Kane?
Warrior #1: Don't worry about him. Worry about me.
Jessie Crossman: People probably told you that Jessie Crossman was the only person skilled enough to jump from a 747.
Pete Nessip: Well, the actual phrase used was "dick brain."
Darcy: He said you're a hard man. Just how hard are you, Mr. Jones?
David Sloan: Um... hard enough.
Tim: Shit! What the hell are those?
Billy: I stole cars at school. Take them over at break. Leave it parked outside the gates and at the end of the day I was the only kid to drive home. I was a fucking hero.
Jack Hammond: That's the question on the minds of all your viewers? Whether I run out of gas or not? Tell you what, Jer. You let your viewers know that I hope Miss Voss' fear and my desperation are entertainment enough for them. After all, that is what this is all about, isn't it? The story. As it breaks. Live. Coming to you from the bad guy himself. I mean we wouldn't want your viewers to change the fucking channel, now, would we?
Felix Cortez: What would you say if I promised you that I would reduce the cocaine shipments to your country by half?
James Cutter: I'd say you were using too much of your own product.
Big Mike: Hey, Cupcake, what the fuck you think you're looking at?
Forrest Taft: Nothing much at all.