
Jay Corgan: My music became like a religion. It kept me sane.

Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: Are you talking to the motorcycle again?

Greg: What do you do for exercise?
Hobie: Tiddly winks. And an occasional anxiety attack.

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.

Samantha Mackenzie: I'm the devil, See?

Pappass: I'm not retarded anymore.
Tom Warshaw: Oh really?
Pappass: Really.
Tom Warshaw: When did that happen?
Pappass: Aww, 1984. Sometime in the spring. I went from retard to mentally handicapped. And then in 1987-88, I went from handicapped to challenged. I changed again. I'm probably changing right now, you know. Who knows what I'll be next?

Ray Charles: You told me to find my own voice.

Melinda Sordino: I was raped.

Peter Sellers: People ask me why do I keep compromising my artistic integrity by walking in front of Blake's cameras. And you know what I tell them? Money.

Olympias: You are everything Phillip was not. He was coarse, you are refined. He was a general, you are a king. He could not rule himself. And you shall rule the world.

Mr. Rad: Get yo' head up. You lost the money, it's gone. But, you can't lay around in yo' misery too long. Do not walk outta' this place and start to second guess yo' talent. You got yo' ass whooped tonight. But, I done seen y'all whoop a many a ass, right in the same place. Now, you lost. Lemme tell you somethin' my father told me, is: "If it don't kill you, it makes you stronger." Remember that.

Piper: Ever see a 50-foot shark?
Thomas Mackelway: I'm sorry?
Piper: A 50-foot shark. You ever seen one?
Thomas Mackelway: No.
Piper: Doesn't mean there aren't any.

Antonia Cook: You must be so excited.
Steve Zissou: I hope so. You think it went OK?
Antonia Cook: No. Congratulations... Seriously.
Steve Zissou: Thanks. I wish it didn't require the "seriously," but thank you.

Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?
Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.