Tony Two Toes: We're from the local 129th, sonny.
Mikey: We heard you was loading a ship without the assistance of bonefide union labor. Say it ain't so.
Giant Santa: I'm gonna deck your halls, bub.
Lt. Jack Cole: Listen, um, I want you to deliver a message for me. You tell your asshole boss that nobody, nobody threatens me.
Donald Cunningham: I understand. I'll convey your feelings to Mr. Deverell.
Lt. Jack Cole: Now get your ugly white ass outta here and don't come back.
Louis: Men love to hate. It's what separates us from the females of the spieces. It's the natural law in Wild America.
Hawthorne: I wouldn't have thought bravery would be a problem for you.
Charles Remington: Well, you hope each time it won't be... But you never really know.
Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.
Spyro: Haven't seen you in a while Bobby, where you been?
Bobby: I've been around, you know me I'm Alway's taking care of business.
Damien: Bobby explain something to me, how the fuck can you miss hitting a man in the head At Point Blank Range.
Bobby: I thought I hit him.
Monfriez: Sir, if you get a hangfire on your weapon, what do you do? You wait, with your weapon pointed in a safe direction, 'cause sometimes the primer bursts, and if you open the chamber it blows up in your face. Leave this round in the chamber, sir.
Garrett Lawton: I make it a point to know a little bit about everything.
The Great Kabai Sengh: You're not immortal. I know your secrets, Phantom.
The Phantom: Take them to your grave, Kabai Sengh.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: We do what you say, and we go to the bank. Anything goes wrong, you're gonna turn around and I'll be gone. Okay. And if that happens, from this day on, any time your kid leaves this house to go to school, go play, see a friend, to buy a fuckin' comic book, you're gonna have to ask yourself: Is today... Jimmy Shaker day?
Joe: The Martians have landed. They want our women.
Rem: Snipa on palm tree.
Commander Hung: Send the welcome committee.
Benjamin Trace: I came to save you, Job.
Job: In here, I am the savior.
John Smith: Does your boss have a first name?
Lucy Kolinski: Only in the bedroom.
Riggi: Hey, clown boy! Get off my street.
Christopher Dubois: Wait a minute.
Riggi: Hey, Dubois, what are you sick in the head or something? Please, grow up, go get yourself some new and nice clothes and come to work for me.
Christopher Dubois: I don't work for nobody.
Riggi: It's too bad, Dubois, it's too bad, you're a wasted talent, but nuts case, you know that. Suit yourself.
Alain Moreau: This is not your lucky day. Tell your boss to leave me the fuck alone.