Tom O'Meara: The killing's got to stop, Frankie.
Rory: Then you'll have to kill to stop it. Get's a bit complicated, doesn't it?
Jerry Fletcher: A good conspiracy is unprovable. I mean, if you can prove it, it means they screwed up somewhere along the line.
Sonny Black: You know what we do when we find that rat, right, Lefty?
Lefty: 'Could be I found him already.
Liquor Store Manager: I said you'll have to leave or we'll call the police.
Kyle: Oh, relax okay?
Liquor Store Manager: That's it Barney, call the police.
Eric: Yeah, Barney cause you got first big guy? Hey ah, do you like this? Points to the bottle of wine.
Liquor Store Manager: Put the bottle back, sir.
Mima Kirigoe: What? This isn't true! I didn't write this.
Mima's Ghost: Of course you didn't. The real Mima is writing this.
Jack Taggert: I think, Junior, if your daddy knew how stupid you were, he'd trade you in for a pet monkey.
Justin: Good thing you don't need a license to drive a Zord.
Katherine: Oh my god.
Martin Bells: This just doesn't happen! This is not happening! Cray, why are you doing this? What the hell are you doing?
Inspector Thomas Cray: Stop asking for the "how" and "why" Martin.
Lt. Aldo Hines: Here's who you're dealing with: male Caucasian, 35, well educated, raised by his aunt who mysteriously disappeared when he was 16, has raped and strangled five women, escaped when being transported to San Quentin.
Shen Yuelin: If you plead not guilty, you will be sentenced to death. And, unlike in your country, Mr. Moore, sentences are carried out within a week. You will be shot, and the cost of the bullet will be billed to your family.
Raif Bentley: You know, I'm not a violent man but I really do think I'm going to have to kill someone here.
Zander: One day someone like me is gonna kill you and your whole fucking race.
Zack: Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's.
Spawn: Thanks, kid. That makes me feel much better.
The Vet: A uniform does not make a soldier. A soldier is someone who is willing to stand up and fight for what he believes in. Be it his God, his country or his friends. And it does not matter if you are black, white, red, yellow, male, female, straight or gay. We all bleed the same.
Sister Ann: Who are you?
The Runaway: A tool.
Chris 'Q' Todd: One word: forget it.
Maura Ramirez: You started smoking again?
Annibal Ramirez: Yeah. I'll be doing heroin soon.
Jimmy Dell: I think you'll find that if what you've done for them is as valuable as you say it is, if they are indebted to you morally but not legally, my experience is they will give you nothing, and they will begin to act cruelly toward you.
Joe Ross: Why?
Jimmy Dell: To suppress their guilt.