Bonnie: George Malley! You learned the Portuguese language in 20 minutes?
George Malley: Not all of it.
Sandra gangel: Now you just remember I won a year's supply of toilet freshener for making up that poem. That took brains and artistry, that did.
Hank: Most of the time I just keep to myself. I think like what it would be like to be... someone else.
James Ballard: You had sex with all those men in cars? Only in cars?
Helen Remington: Yes. I didn't plan it that way.
James Ballard: Did you fantasize that Vaughan was photographing all these sex acts as though they were traffic accidents?
Helen Remington: Yes. They felt like traffic accidents.
Mr. Preston: What else don't I know?
Marty Preston: What?
Mr. Preston: You hidin' Judd's dog and never lettin' on. What else you keepin' from me?
Marty Preston: Nothin', Dad.
Mr. Preston: Well how do I know that's not another lie?
Marty Preston: 'Cause it's not.
Mr. Preston: Oh yeah, well your sayin' so don't make it true, not now. And that's the problem with lyin'.
Eddie Kasalivich: Doctor Sinclair and I ride together.
John Henderson: You're running a food museum here.
Julia Biggs: Your mother would always tell me, "Girl, you need to get some meat on those bones. Henry ain't got nothing to grab on to back there!"
Rev. Henry Biggs: She just wanted you to eat, that's all.
Julia Biggs: No, she probably wanted me to be as fat as her.
Rev. Henry Biggs: She wasn't that fat.
Julia Biggs: Please, if a policeman saw your mama come walking down the street, he'd yell, "break it up!"
Howard W. Campbell Jr.: I guess the moral here is: you must be careful what you pretend to be because in the end you are who you're pretending to be.
Rod Tidwell: You are hanging on by a very thin thread and I dig that about you.
Jacob Ryan: That's juts a bunch of sentimental bullshit.
Carolyn Ryan: Wait, sentimental bullshit.
Jacob Ryan: Yeah everyone's parents say that.
Carolyn Ryan: Oh really, and do everyone's parent destroy evidence and lie... to the police?
John Smith: What about Prohibition?
Joe Monday: We don't pay too much attention to it here.
Nicole: Come on, she's not a murderer. She's an ex-nun, for Christ's sake.
Voguel: I remember them. They disappeared overnight like dial phones.
Candy Darling: Aren't you gonna run after us?
Edna, the wheelchair-bound receptionist: That's a terrible thing to say.
Candy Darling: Honey, its a terrible world.
Teacher: All you need to say is two words... two specific words, though. What they are? 'Not. Guilty.'.
Martin Vail: Do you trust me?
Aaron: Do - yes, yes. Yes, of course I do.
Martin Vail: Good. Because I don't trust you.
E. Garner Goodman: How much do you know about the death penalty?
Adam Hall: I've read everything there is.
E. Garner Goodman: Then you know nothing.
Berfo: I am ready to burn in the hell for this love. And you?