Henry: I'm going to row back there and see if he will shoot you. Or me. It's fine either way.
Dr. Niko Tatopoulus: What's with the chewing gum?
Philippe Roaché: It makes us look more American.
Congressman Phillip Hammersley: Telecommunications Security and Privacy Act. Invasion of privacy is more like it. - You read the Post?"This bill is not the first step towards the surveillance society. It is the surveillance society."
Cisco: That mother fucker loaded...he got piles of cash just layin' around the crib.
Jack Crow: You ever seen a vampire?
Father Adam Guiteau: No I haven't.
Jack Crow: No? Well first of all, they're not romantic. It's not like they're a bunch of fuckin' fags hoppin' around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, all right? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies: they don't turn into bats, crosses don't work, and garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your estrada chocolata while he is suckin' the blood outta your neck.
Mewtwo: Human and Pokemon can NEVER be friends.
Dock Newton: You ain't any less of a drunk now than you was when hooch was legal.
Jess Newton: Well, you see, there's my point. That particular law ain't really doin' it's job, now is it?
Guenter Wendt: We drill! We drill the hell out of everything. We drill and we drill until we know every step in our sleep - and then we drill some more.
Casey Wells: You know what they did in Ancient Rome when a visitor violated somebody's hospitality? They cut off his dick and they nailed it to the fucking gate!
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, Phoenix Tower. Captain, you need to do a 360.
Pilot: Damn it tower, do you know it costs this airline two grand in fuel every time we circle?
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, give me four thousand dollars worth.
Jessica: Tum Tum, I made your favorite bacon, lettuce, tomato, bologna, ham and swiss cheese sandwich.
TumTum: No thanks mom, I'm not hungry.
Mesh-Head: If I were you, I would run.
Buddy: If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.
Wei: Do not confuse luck with skill.
Guido Rosetti: I don't want to fight you.
Rolf Bruner: Yeah? But I do.
Tommy B. Jordan: Look, it's my ass if you take that.
Art Jeffries: Then don't tell anyone.
Judge: Ryan Harrison, a jury of your peers have found you guilty of murder. On August 12th at Stillwater Federal Prison you shall have your sentence carried out. You shall be executed buffet style: lethally injected, electrocuted, and placed before a firing squad. May God have mercy on your soul, you bastard you.
Morgan's hitman: You've got two choices. Give us the disk and jump off.
Morgan's Hitman: Or number two, we take the disk and throw you off.
Who Am I?: I like the third choice: I keep the disk, and I throw you both off.
William Riker: We're through running from these bastards!
Lawson Russell: Drink, detective?
Clifford Dubose: Nah. Never touch it. Makes me happy.