Mieko Takeda: Nothing can stop them from finding and killing you.
Racine: So how did they screw up and leave me alive?
Mieko Takeda: Even monkeys fall out of trees.
Lenny Nero: This is not like "TV-only-better " this is life.
George: Billy, Billy, Billy they're... they're calling for backup.
Billy: Wait, wait wait. What the fuck did you just call me? Did you just use my fucking name?
George: When?
Billy: Am I gonna go crazy here or he just fucking used my name?
Cafe Manager: He just fucking used you're name.
Billy: You just used my fuckin' name! You idiot! You fuckin' mo... Wait, wait did I call you an idiot? I'm sorry... george! I'm sorry.
Donald Patterson: Did I say that? I didn't say that! All I said was... bad things tend to happen around you two. Some money got lost and I think you two can help me find it.
Charlie: How so?
Donald Patterson: You look for it.
Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.
Danny: MY cushion.
Nix: I was born to murder the world.
Luke: It's 1909 and you're alone with a young artist named Adolph. Do you kill him?
Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
Max Kirkpatrick: Please, Rita. Just cut me a little slack on space, OK.
Rita: No, no, no! You have run out of slacks, Max! No more slacks for you.
Helen Hudson: He really wants us to think what he's doing is art.
