
Ben Archer: SUN quan! I'm coming for you.

Frank T. Hopkins: Get out of here mister. Leave me be.
Yusef: This is not possible...I was charged with the crime of stealing milk. As punishment I have been assigned to the American and his horse.
Frank T. Hopkins: You're working for me?
Yusef: It was this or be removed of my left hand. The future will tell if I have chosen poorly.

Carla: Girlfriends, big or small, thin or fat, worship that body, it's the only one you've got.

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.

Old Ptolemy: Within hours we were fighting like Jackals for his corpse. The wars of the world had begun. Forty years, off and on, they endured, until we divided his empire in four parts. I think Alexander would have been disappointed in us.

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.

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.

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

James 'Rennie' Cray: Can I give you ride?
Molly Poole: Somebody's meeting me.
James 'Rennie' Cray: What about later?
Molly Poole: It's kind of a bad time.
James 'Rennie' Cray: I didn't say we'd enjoy ourselves.
Molly Poole: You promise?
James 'Rennie' Cray: We'll be pitiful.

Steve Zissou: If we don't handle this right, we're gonna all get murdered... including her unborn British child.