Henry Letham: Do you know the Tristan Rêveur quote about bad art? It's "bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure."
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Mark Cohen: You know, there are times when we're dirt broke, hungry and freezing and I ask myself "why the hell am I still living here?" and then they call, and I remember.
Dave Spritz: People don't throw things at me any more. Maybe because I carry a bow around.
Hector: What you doin' around here? Looking all homegirl and shit?
Allison: I always dress like this.
Hector: Oh, yeah? Wow! Here I am, trying to look like I got the money, and you're trying to look like ME! Fuckin' white people.
Lorbeer: Big pharmaceuticals are right up there with the arms dealers.
Jack Twist: God, I wish I knew how to quit you!
Ennis Del Mar: Well, why don't you?
Melquiades Estrada: Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
Dean Whiting: In this town, you're innocent until you're investigated.
Ben: Captain Newport, sir, I found oysters. They're as thick as my hands. They're the size of stones sir and there's fish everywhere they're flapping against your legs. We're gonna live like kings.
Reggie: I see buckets of dead relatives! Extra crispy! Extra crispy.
Hadley Wolfmeyer: What kind of a dickhead runs away with his secretary? That is lame, take a right, make a left at pathetic.
Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
Nola Rice: Men think I may be something special.
Chris Wilton: Are you?
Nola Rice: No one's ever asked for their money back.
Skip: Yeah, this is Skip Engblom and the Zephyr Skateboard Team. Here's our entry fees. Now where's our trophies?
Eddie Lowery: Easy peasy lemon squeasy.
Tobin Keller: You lose somebody, you lose somebody. I don't wanna lose two somebodies.