María Álvarez: We have to get out of here.
Miles Raymond: Hey, what should I wear?
Jack: I don't know, something casual but nice. They think you're a writer.
Bobby Darin: You're gonna be easy to love.
Chuck Horner: Is your dad a squid?
Joey: No, sir. My mom.
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.
Young African American male in Michigan: And I was watchin' TV one day, 'and they're showin' like some of the buildings and areas that had been hit by bombs and things like that, and while I watchin' I got to thinkin' like', "There's parts of Flint that look like that, and we ain't been in a war."
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?
Aziz: What shall I tell his Excellency?
Frank T. Hopkins: You can tell him pound sand for all I care.
Ramtha: Have you ever stopped for a moment and looked at yourself through the eyes of the ultimate observer?
Jan: For all revolutions, one thing is clear... even if some didn't work, the most important thing is that the best ideas survived. The same goes for personal revolts. What turns out good, what survives in you that makes you stronger.
Martin Asher: That guy was nothing, all right? I didn't take his life, I lived it. I was the best thing that ever happened to that guy. You looked at him, and you saw me, and I looked at you, and I saw you, and we are the same.
Samuel Bicke: Mr. Bernstein, sir there are people who sit and wait their lives away on the promise of the dream that will not come... they are the sheep.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: Are you talking to the motorcycle again?
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.