Jack Carter: You should finish what you start.
Cyrus Paice: Yeah, shit I think you should fix your tie there.
Roseanne: You're such a weirdo. I don't even know why I listen to you.
Vincent: Because your heart knows I can see it.
Max Kerkerian: Supercop scared of a little pooch? Son of a bitch.
Aniki Yamamoto: I understand "fucking Jap," asshole.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Greg Weinstein: I hope this is better than the last batch of shit you gave me. Produced more wood than Ron Jeremy. I don't want you to yell, "Reco!" anymore. Know what you should yell?"Timber!" Yeah, Mr. Fuckin' wood. I hear you fuckin' makin' your calls. It's bullshit, all right? I mean if you want them off the phone so bad, why don't you just hang up? You should get them excited. You know, excited? They should beg for a broker on the first call.
Claire Spencer: That girl must be brought up.
Joel Campbell: It's never quite that easy. You go through the door, and they're never just sitting there waiting for you with a welcoming smile on their face. Best you can do is hope they fuck up and do what you can to be there when they do.
Dr. Polly Beilman: And then blame yourself for the killings?
Joel Campbell: Oh, no. I blame the asshole who did them.
Captain Victor Benezet: Go home. Put on a funny hat. Do whatever it is morons do.
President Kennedy: Well, who the hell authorized this missile test?
Robert Kennedy: Who do you think? God knows what this is gonna communicate to the Soviets.
Kenny O'Donnell: Communicate with the Soviets? We can't communicate with the Pentagon - and it's just across the goddamn river.
Rudy Duncan: You're sending me into an Indian casino dressed as a cowboy, thought this through entirely?
Pug: It was either that or a ballerina.
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.