Amedeo Modigliani: Tell me, Pablo, how do you make love to a cube?
Lenny Richter: Why does it always have to be the 12th floor? Why can't they be on the 4th?
Richard Wells: You think you can just open Pandora's box and close it again?
Aidan McRory: Forgive me. Forgive me.
Scorpius: Crichton, you possess it, don't you?
John Crichton: Don't touch me.
Scorpius: The secret to victory, the violent path to peace.
The Dragon: Ask me two questions, wizard, and I will give you the answers.
Ged: Isn't it usually three?
The Dragon: Yes, but with that you're back to two.
Raymond Shaw: I served under him. He was a good man.
Eleanor Shaw: Well, that's what the neighbors always say about serial killers.
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Boy #3: My Mom says my Dad has brown eyes because he is full of shit.
Daryl Isaacs: You're sick, and you're making yourself sick, and you can make yourself unsick by stopping doing what you're doing.
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.
Penny Travis: Is there such a thing as the human heart, now there's the better question.
Tim Travis: Well, if you listen closely, you can hear 'em breaking.