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.
Angela: If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.
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.
James Rethrick: Michael Jennings is not a super agent, he's an engineer. but somehow he managed to escape from a double-locked room. How? Was it fate? No. Fate was on our side. That means someone who knew, changed something.
Alicia: Guys, check out this book. Looks pretty old, maybe it'll help us.
Man in Morgue: There's something in the vagina... Looks like a peach... Nine pieces.
Detective Park Doo-Man: Do you see this kind of thing in Seoul often?
Max Parry: Sometimes we have to behave the way other people think we should.
Sean Vetter: They call us down here. They take away our weapons? They expect us to go into a building full of drunken cartel gunmen unarmed? I mean, that isn't fun.
Ty Frost: You're not gettin' paid to have fun. Good luck, gentlemen.
Psychologist: You know, some folks believe everyone has a public life, a private life, and a secret life. What do you think about that?
Dan Mahowny: The thing is, I guess... that my secret life... is a bit less secret than everyone else's right now.
Will: The terrible thing about the truth is that sometimes you find it.
Jack: Damn fool, truck stop closed.
Veronica Guerin: You'd do the same. If you saw those kids on the street, you would do the same.
Jonathon Cold: You like the dollar bill?
Mimms: Dead presidents. Greenbacks. You care to expound.
El Presidente: Who are you guys?
El Mariachi: Sons of Mexico, sir.
Shiori Kitano: The thing people fear most isn't dying, it's being forgotten.