Harvey Pekar: Man, listen, I'll tell you something, people are starting to know the name Crumb. And when you croak, man, you're gonna leave something behind.
Robert Crumb: Yeah, I guess. Ha-ha. It's not like I'm Blind Lemon Jefferson or Big Mama Thornton.
Harvey Pekar: Oh, come on, man. I'll tell you something, it sure beats working a gig like mine, being a nobody flunky and selling records on the side for a buck.
Robert Crumb: Well, that's true.
Kyle: I see you, bitch.
Jack: Damn fool, truck stop closed.
Liam Gallagher: Didn't like music then. Just played football and come in late for me tea. Knocked on people's doors and run off. Ran through people's gardens and pinched things.
Interviewer: What sort of things would you pinch?
Liam Gallagher: Clothes off the washing line. If I thought they looked pretty cool, I thought, "I'll have that." Mountain bikes. Lawnmowers.
Interviewer: You used to pinch lawnmowers?
Liam Gallagher: Yeah. And sell 'em. For weed.
Cody Banks: What was my mission again?
Natalie Connors: I think you were going to kiss me.
Sigmund Jähn: Socialism doesn't mean live behind a Wall. Socialism means reach the others and live with the others.
Simon: What're we going to do? We don't have weapons or food. We don't have shit.
Capt. Victor Kirk: Actually, we do.
Roy: Ok, Chon, ya little Chinese otter. Let's play.
El Presidente: Who are you guys?
El Mariachi: Sons of Mexico, sir.
Sam Drebben: Another day, another dollar.
Snakehead: Treat him like a prince.
Katherine Watson: I can assure all of you this is the place I want to be more than anything.
Ranjan: I got him Mowgli! Did you see? I got him.
Mowgli: You sure did Ranjan but it's gonna be kind of hard to finish the story now.
Ranjan: But we all know how it ends. Shanti blinks her big beautiful brown eyes at you and you followed her into our village.
Shanti: I did not.
Mowgli: Did so.
Shanti: Something was in my eye.
Mowgli: Both of them?
Shanti: Well you were so ugly you made my eyes water.
Shiori Kitano: The thing people fear most isn't dying, it's being forgotten.
Mrs. Connelly: Tell me about yourselves. What do you do Alan?
Alex Rose: Uh, it's Alex.
Nancy Kendricks: Alex is a writer.
Mrs. Connelly: Oh, a writer. I always thought of that as more of a hobby than a real job. I suppose I'm forgetting about Joyce.
Alex Rose: Joyce. James Joyce. Of course. Wonderful writer.
Mrs. Connelly: He died drunk and penniless.
Twitty: Okay, I'll tell you guys again: I've never met the Stevens family, okay? My name is Lawrence Honeytoast, I'm a marine biologist, and I'm here on top-secret government business.
Michael Jennings: If you love me, if you care about me, go. Have a good life. Remember me.