The Bishop: They came only to see, from the east and from the west, from the city and from the plain. They came not, in holy reverence to the lord, but in lust.
Jerry Lynch: You just don't have the requisite Celtic soul, man.
Steena Paulsson: I want to spend my life with you.
Young Coleman Silk: What are you doing Sunday?
Sarah Morton: Awards are like hemorrhoids. Sooner or later every asshole gets one.
Thomas Garrett: Oh, women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live with 'em.
Paul Rivers: We have lived on a fraud a long time.
Belini: This story is well-traveled. It might have picked up some embellishments along the way. Just read between the lines.
Cody Banks: What was my mission again?
Natalie Connors: I think you were going to kiss me.
Snakehead: Treat him like a prince.
Psychologist: How would you rate the thrill you got from gambling, on a scale of one to 100?
Dan Mahowny: Um... hundred.
Psychologist: And what about the biggest thrill you've ever had outside of gambling?
Dan Mahowny: Twenty.
King: Sometimes, Jake, style can get you killed.
Jack: I bet you're a farm girl, aint ya?
Fait: You read Chinese?
Archie: No, but I know "cop" in every language.
Susan: We're stuck in the middle of the ocean.
Mrs. Emily Delahunty: In the garden, delphiniums were in flower. Through scented twilight, the girl in the white dress walked with a step as light as a morning cobweb. That evening she hadn't a care in the world.
Mimms: Sweet dreams Bruce Lee.
Les Gault: What'd you do that for?
Joe Taylor: I had no use for it.
Les Gault: Must be worth something, though.
Joe Taylor: Not to me.