
Sister Ann: Who are you?
The Runaway: A tool.

Kôzô Fuyutsuki: The Fruit of Life is held by the Angels. The Fruit of Wisdom is held by Man. EVA Unit 01 now possesses them both, and therefore becomes God. Now the source of all souls - The Tree of Life - has been formed again. Will it be an Ark to save Mankind from the vacuum of Third Impact? Or is it a demon that will destroy us all? The fate of Mankind now lies in Shinji's hands.

Richard Rietti: Maybe he's the person that he con'd the most. I mean we all do that, you know. We all keep a little bit of ourselves hidden. Cuz if we didn't, well, then we'd have to look at who we are. Who we really are. And if we didn't like it, well, we'd have nobody to blame but ourselves.

Rose: Where do you like to stay?
Jack Lawrence: My house, but it's in Los Angeles.

Joe Young: They want me to do a sequel.
Lisa: A sequel, to "Death of a Salesman"? Doesn't he die at the end of the first?
Joe Young: Yes, but he has a twin brother, and he wants revenge.
Lisa: Revenge? But, doesn't he kill himself?
Joe Young: No, no, that's what you were led to believe. He was killed by the C.I.A for selling smack... to Nazis.
Lisa: Wow.

Maura Ramirez: You started smoking again?
Annibal Ramirez: Yeah. I'll be doing heroin soon.

Toby Wong: Back to plan A.
Malik Brody: What's plan A?
Toby Wong: Don't get shot.
Malik Brody: Good plan.

Zack: Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's.
Spawn: Thanks, kid. That makes me feel much better.

Indian: Are you the Lord Buddha?
Dalai Lama: I believe I am a reflection, like the moon on water. When you see me, and I try to be a good man, you see yourself.

Michael Cromwell: I should probably take some pictures of Mimi.
Richard Kempster: I can never have enough pictures of my kids. I have like, four hundred albums. I never look at them, but they exist... it's good, you know?

Yaz: What's wrong with my clothes?
Jack Quinn: You look like a carrot with earrings.

Raif Bentley: You know, I'm not a violent man but I really do think I'm going to have to kill someone here.

Ed: You wanna see my secret place?
Dexter: That's not what I had in mind.

Sergeant James Dunn: You live alone?
Dr. Victoria Constantini: No, I, I have a boyfriend. He's a cop.
Sergeant James Dunn: You don't have a boyfriend.
Dr. Victoria Constantini: How do you know?
Sergeant James Dunn: There's five empty buckets of Häagen-Dazs in your trash, your legs are stubbly and your hair color needs a touch-up.