Lou Mozell: You know, that I actually met a girl by the name of Moo Goo Gai Pan? That was her last name. Her first name was Freida. Freida Moo Goo Gai Pan. She was half-Jewish, half-Chinese. A lot of people called her the Ori-Yenta.
Walt Price: Would you like a cigar?
Mayor George Bailey: Aren't these illegal?
Walt Price: Why would they be illegal?
Mayor George Bailey: Well, the trade embargo with Cuba.
Walt Price: Nobody tells me anything.
Terry McGinnis: I hate to say it but I think your little Robin's turned into a bitter old crow.
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.
Joan Vollmer: So, do they have ruins down in Guatemala?
William S. Burroughs: It's all ruins. Or it all will be, given enough time.
Joan Vollmer: Ah, just like people.
William S. Burroughs: Yes. But people decay more promptly than Mayan temples.
Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart.
Sgt. Lee Soo-hyeok: Hey Assholes! You just gonna leave me here?
Sgt. Oh Kyeong-pil: You told us to go.
Sgt. Lee Soo-hyeok: I said don't come closer, when did I say to leave, you fuckers.
Jack Carter: You should finish what you start.
Cyrus Paice: Yeah, shit I think you should fix your tie there.
Imogen: A little soul is necessary in life.
Dot: The guys paid a dollars apiece to find out if you're single.
Lydia Callahan: Tell the guys I have five husbands, each one rich, mean and jealous. I'll be rotatin' them through on a weekly basis.
Dot: That line will be all over the valley by breakfast.
Lydia Callahan: Oh, just tell 'em I own a rifle.
Max Kerkerian: Supercop scared of a little pooch? Son of a bitch.
Norman: Claire stop! You're overreacting.
Claire Spencer: Don't tell me how to react.
Norman: Will you keep your voice down.
Claire Spencer: I will not.