Lee Krasner: You're not just randomly putting paint on the canvas, you're painting something. You can't abstract from nothing, you can only abstract from life, from nature.
Jackson Pollock: I am nature.
Teacher Kitano: Life is a game. So fight for survival and see if you're worth it.
Matthew: Isn't American cheese appropriately named? You know, it's fake and processed, just like America.
Alice Bowman: You are the first, you are the only person I've met who knows what they're talking about! So I am begging you, I am totally begging you to help me out on this.
Terry Thorne: You asked me not to bullshit you?
Alice Bowman: Right.
Terry Thorne: I've gotta plane to catch.
Bludworth: In death, there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps and no escapes.
Harvey: Where are you going?
Mickey: To a place called "None of Your Business."
Bozz: Just because you wear those sergeant's stripes don't mean you ain't gonna die.
John Grady Cole: I guess the country lasts forever, people ain't but for a little while.
Dr. Anton Rudolph: You have no idea what you're up against.
Bart Parker: You don't know my men.
Dr. Anton Rudolph: This is not some garden snake you're going after. We are talking about a perfect killing machine. A 129-foot all-terrain vehicle capable of speeds exceeding 50 miles an hour with skin that can deflect an antitank round, enhanced night vision and a voracious appetite for human flesh. It will slaughter your men before they have a chance to blink.
Max Kerkerian: Supercop scared of a little pooch? Son of a bitch.
Matthew: Enter the fuckin' dragon.
Honey: I fucking hate Forrest Gump.
Minnie Mogul: I can't sign a contract that will help three ruthless villains take over the world. I just can't.
Fearless Leader, Boris, and Natasha: Why not?
Minnie: My pen's out of ink.
Buddy Amaral: It's not brave if you're not scared.
Reichsmarschall Hermann Wilhelm Göring: One German, a fine man. Two Germans, a party. Three Germans, a war. One Englishman, an idiot. Two Englishmen, a club. Three Englishmen, an Empire.
Dawn Cottrell: It's my body and I'll cut where I want.
Chopper: Tell me this, right. Why would I shoot a bloke BANG? And then put him in the bloody car and wizz him off to the hospital at a hundred miles an hour? It defeats the purpose of having shot him in the first place.
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.
Pinhead: It's all a puzzle, isn't it, Joseph? Like a game of chess, perhaps. The pieces move, apparently aimlessly, but always towards one single objective: to kill the king. But who is the king in this game, Joseph? That is the question you must ask yourself.