Vinny: You fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut.
Dionna: I am a slut? You're calling me a slut? You lowlife piece of fuckin' shit - you fucked - my - cousin! You didn't think I knew about that! I smelled her pussy juice all over your fuckin' face! You fuckin' sick bastard! How dare you? And all this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me! You perverted sick fuck.
Tammy Metzler: If you died right now, I would throw myself into one of my Dad's cement trucks and get poured into your tomb.
Young Frank: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a minute since my last confession.
Dylan: I found him down by the pier.
Lila: Oh you bad dog! I should spank you.
Dylan: Ooh, hey, I was down by the pier too.
Griss: Griss cannot abide the funk tonight.
Edmund Bertram: There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.
Kathryn: So I assume you've come here to make arrangements, but unfortunately, I don't fuck losers.
Andy McNab: Every soldier hopes for a major war in his lifetime. This one was mine.
Wayne Wayne Wayne Jr.: The Light is green.
Barry W. Blaustein: I could never get over the fact that guys could beat the crap out of each other in the ring, and be friendly outside of it. Some of Terry's most famous matches were against a man twenty years his junior: Mick Foley. Over the years, Mick and Terry had traveled the world, setting each other on fire, tossing each other into barbed wire. Yet outside the ring, they were truly at peace with one another.
Colleen Douglas: Stop with the friggin' Marco Polo or I'll come over there and rip your fat little heads off.
Andre: She's just upset because the fish on her plate is the only kind she can eat.
Barbara Porter: Look, I know your grandpa's not great with you girls.
Melanie 'Mel' Porter: Mom, that's like saying the Titanic's not great with icebergs.
Michael Felgate: Well at least tell me what his restaurant is called, then I can sneak in, in a beard or something.
Gina Vitale: It's called The La Trattoria.
Michael Felgate: You mean La Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: No.
Michael Felgate: The La Trattoria means The The Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: I know.
Michael Felgate: Interesting. Look I have to go to the La Bathroom, and I'll be back in a sec.
The Man: Something good happens, "It's His will." Something bad happens, "He moves in mysterious ways."
Eric: You bring me over here, and you tell me I'm the worst lover you ever had. And now you tell me it can't be helped.
Nels Gudmundsson: Accident rules every corner of the universe... except perhaps the chambers of the human heart.
Ben Kurtzman: You don't walk out on Sinatra, sir.