
James 'Rennie' Cray: Can I give you ride?
Molly Poole: Somebody's meeting me.
James 'Rennie' Cray: What about later?
Molly Poole: It's kind of a bad time.
James 'Rennie' Cray: I didn't say we'd enjoy ourselves.
Molly Poole: You promise?
James 'Rennie' Cray: We'll be pitiful.

Tom: So, let's step on the gas and kick some... butt.

Alexa 'Lex' Woods: How do you say "scared shitless" in Italian?
Sebastian de Rosa: Non vedo l'ora di uscire da questo piramide con te, perché mi sto cagando addosso. More or less.

Lenny Richter: Why does it always have to be the 12th floor? Why can't they be on the 4th?

Togusa: How great is the sum of thy thoughts? If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.
Bateau: Psalms 139, Old Testament. The way you spout these spontaneous exotic references, I'd say your own external memory's pretty twisted.

Ben Archer: SUN quan! I'm coming for you.

Father Merrin: Everbody died... Who buried them?

Old Ptolemy: We all felt there was more here than sexual bickery. Alexander wanted the truth, and Philotas' answers were lacking merit. Alexander put him, silently and quickly, to trial by his peers. And whether plotter or opportunist, Philotas was found guilty of treason. None of us defended Philotas, but then again, none of us ever liked him.