Alexa 'Lex' Woods: How do you say "scared shitless" in Italian?
Sebastian de Rosa: Non vedo l'ora di uscire da questo piramide con te, perché mi sto cagando addosso. More or less.
Oz: What, no Jewish prayer before we have our ham and cheese?
Jimmy: You got a problem with my religiosity, Oz? Do unto others before you turn into a pillar of salt.
Jill: Exactly. Unless they're a rat. Then you can shoot them in the eyes.
Oz: A pillar of salt?
Jimmy: That's right. Moses said that. Read the bible, Oz.
Piper: Ever see a 50-foot shark?
Thomas Mackelway: I'm sorry?
Piper: A 50-foot shark. You ever seen one?
Thomas Mackelway: No.
Piper: Doesn't mean there aren't any.
Togusa: How great is the sum of thy thoughts? If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.
Bateau: Psalms 139, Old Testament. The way you spout these spontaneous exotic references, I'd say your own external memory's pretty twisted.
Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?
Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.
Detective Scofield: You are going to be late because you are being questioned for murder.
Nicky: They know you were there.
Jason Bourne: Stop, stop! A weeek ago, I was 4,000 miles away, in India, watching Marie die. They came for me, and they killed her instead. This ends now.
Richard Wells: You think you can just open Pandora's box and close it again?
Wasach: So I'm not here in an official capacity, and we won't be taking care of this in an official capacity.
Dean: What are you gonna do?
Wasach: You and I are taking care of this in an unofficial capacity.
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.
Lenny Richter: Why does it always have to be the 12th floor? Why can't they be on the 4th?
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?