
Chinese Food Lady: And then?
Jesse: No "and then"!
Chinese Food Lady: And then?

Patrick Bateman: I think, um, Evelyn that, uh, we've lost touch.
Evelyn Williams: Why? What's wrong?
Patrick Bateman: I need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale can not be corrected but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.

Sidney: God why don't stop your whining and get on with it. I've heard all this shit before.
Roman: Stop.
Sidney: Do you know why you kill people Roman? Do you?
Roman: I don't want to hear it.
Sidney: Because you choose to. There is no-one else to blame.
Roman: Damnit fucking damnit.
Sidney: Why don't you take some fucking responsibility?
Roman: Fuck you.
Sidney: Fuck you.

Elijah Price: Now that we know who you are, I know who I am. I'm not a mistake. In the comics, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain is going to be? He's the exact opposite of the hero. And sometimes they're friends, just like you and me. I should have known way back when. You know why, David? Because of the kids. They called me Mr. Glass.

Leonard Shelby: I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?. Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.

Victor Melling: By the way, what are you planning to do for your talent: sing, dance, chew with your mouth closed?
Gracie Hart: I will do whatever you want me to do, Yoda.

Eloise: So, why do you like me so much anyway?
Tom Tom: I don't know.
Eloise: Tom Tom, you know... you can't always say 'yes' or 'no' or 'I don't know'... you know... There must be a reason. And it would be nice to know what it is. So why don't you think about it and I'll wait.
Tom Tom: Love can never be portrayed the same way as a tree or the sea, or any other mystery. It's the eyes, with which we see. It's the sinner in the saint. It's the light inside the paint.

Sara Pezzini: What is this thing? What is the Witchblade?
Kenneth Irons: A mystery, wrapped in a riddle, and cloaked in a conundrum.
Sara Pezzini: That doesn't help very much.

Claire Spencer: Hello, Doctor Spencer.
Norman: You're not yourself today are you?
Claire Spencer: No, no I'm not.

Harvey: I don't think you should drink on duty.
Mickey: I'm not on duty.
Harvey: But you are.
Mickey: You want to report me... here's my badge. Please... Please... report me.
Harvey: You know I would'nt do that Michael.
Mickey: Do I know you?
Harvey: No, not yet.
Mickey: Well when I do, remind me to tell you to mind your own business.