Bobby DeLaughter: I don't see what difference it makes if a man was bushwhacked yesterday, today, or 27 damn years ago. Murder is murder. And it's still my job to bring the son of a bitch to justice. And it's still your job to help me.
Delamar Dennis: No! I did my job. I testified against the Klan. They shot out my windows, blew up my car, they hunted and harassed me for twenty five years. Don't that get me even for the wrong I done?
Bobby DeLaughter: We never get even for the wrong we've done.
Joe: The Martians have landed. They want our women.
Jack Tramonte: OK Whitman's records. Lived with his mother until about six months ago. Had one serious relationship with an Inga... Gunther who once tried to assassinate the rock temptress... stevie nicks.
Jamie: Where'd you meet my mum?
Tony: Planet Earth.
Jamie: Yeah, but where?
Tony: A place is just somewhere where shit happens.
Jamie: Yeah, but where?
Tony: Gateways.
Nagiko: I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable: the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature. I have had the good fortune to enjoy them both equally.
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.
Grigori Rasputin: The sea brings comfort, and the waves they talk. The sunshines on the water as it gently rises. You can see the face of God when you look at the sun. Your soul forgets everything as you wake from the dreams of life's worries. For the joy lifts your heart, and your soul sees the wisdom of life, and beauty. Indescribable beauty. Is the pain gone?
Alexei: Yes.
Dr. David Krane: I'm telling you that your formula works, and you're telling me about rats.
Dr. Martha Briggs: Okay... okay, I want you in my lab. I need uh, full blood work, an EKG, full respiratory - and a brain scan wouldn't be a bad idea. Make sure you have one.
Katherine: A whorehouse?
Rafe: A house inhabited by whores.
Dr. Alan Feinstone: Blood sucking leeches.
Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
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?
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.
Det. Stone: Any time you need me, give me a call. It's Stone, as in Sharon.
Michael: I like it here, it's quiet. Nobody ever bothers a librarian.
Denise Waverly: Maybe I put too much of myself into my songs.
Edwina "Eddie" Franklin: (to a referee while honorary coach) Hey, you with the $1.99 rug on your head! Would you get out of my way, please?
Lee Woods: You have one minute to decide the rest of your life.