Captain Mack: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude of 33 thousand feet... 33 thousand feet? Oh shit, man! We fuckin' higher than Redman at the Source Awards.
Violette Morhange: Do you have children?
Clément Mathieu: No. Well, yes, I have 60.
Lars Ulrich: That's a shit sandwich.
Bobby Darin: You're gonna be easy to love.
Jordan Cahill: You can't blame the location, you can only blame yourself. The suburbs are just a state of mind.
Miss Baggoli: Press your bars, children.
Linda Porter: This is something new. To be inconsiderate, to ignore your obligations.
Ray Charles: I love the stories. You know, about fallin' in love, and having love knock you around, and then the pressures of the world on you so tough it makes you feel small. You just want to give your soul to God. You might as well, your ass belongs to him.
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.
Matt: The Antarctic 13,800.000 km2 square Km's of ICE. A continent of ICE. A place where no man had ever been until its 20th century.
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.
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.