Tommy Corn: How come we only ask ourselves the really big questions when something bad happens?
Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
John Henry 'Jack' Armstrong: What is that?
Alex Guerrero: It's a turkey baster. You're not poking that thing inside me, I don't do dick.
Fatima Goodrich: Don't look at me, I want it the old fashioned way.
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.
Alfie: Personally, I've always suspected that everyone else is having a far merrier Christmas than I am.
Damian Cunningham: I thought it was from God... who else would have that kind of money?
Ramón Sampedro: When you can't escape, and you constantly rely on everyone else, you learn to cry by smiling, you know?
Mark Wiener: People always end up the way they started out. No one ever changes. They think they do, but they don't. If you're the depressed type now, that's the way you'll always be. If you're the mindless, happy type, that's the way you'll be when you grow up. You might lose some weight, your face might clear up, get a body tan, a breast enlargement, a sex change - makes no difference. Essentially... from in front, or from behind... whether you're thirteen or fifty, you'll always be the same.
John Ambrose Fauntroy: Dear friends, the colored is not ready for freedom. To free him is to make him an orphan. Liberty would be a great curse to the race.
Amedeo Modigliani: Tell me, Pablo, how do you make love to a cube?
Bobby Darin: You're gonna be easy to love.
Steve Zissou: Please don't make fun of me. I just wanted to flirt with you.
Richard Wells: You think you can just open Pandora's box and close it again?
Scorpius: Crichton, you possess it, don't you?
John Crichton: Don't touch me.
Scorpius: The secret to victory, the violent path to peace.
Jack: Are you still seeing that shrink?
Miles Raymond: I saw him on Monday. I spent most of the time helping him with his computer.
Jack: Well, I say, fuck therapy. And what is that stuff you take... Xanax?
Miles Raymond: And Lexapro, yes.
Jack: Well, I say, fuck that too. You need to get your joint worked on, Miles.
Raymond Shaw: I served under him. He was a good man.
Eleanor Shaw: Well, that's what the neighbors always say about serial killers.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: I want to be useful, somehow.
Silvia (Peru): You're wasting your time.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: Why?
Silvia (Peru): Life is pain.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: Yeah, it's pretty screwed up. You gotta fight for every breath and tell death to go to hell.
María Álvarez: We have to get out of here.