Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody! What are you doing?
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Teaching.
Professor McGonagall: Is... Is that a student?
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Technically it's a ferret.
Guard: Talk. Talk, speak.
Paxton: What the fuck do you want me to say?
Guard: American.
Katherine: It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
Detective Fowler: If this woman's such a God-damned Saint, how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?
Lt. Green: Miss Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster program and into permanent homes. In 30 years she only came across four lost causes. Four delinquents so far gone she couldn't find anyone to take them in. So she did. Trust me, Fowler, these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been.
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."
Jake Green: The greatest enemy will hide in the last place you would ever look.
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Winnie the Pooh: The heffalump ate my honey. Well actually, I did, but it made me do it.
George: Houses don't kill people. People kill people.
John Bell: You were always a sound sleeper.
Randall: Can I borrow your car?
Tom: Yea man, you know, just leave the keys on the tire and don't get any blood on the back seat.
Randall: I wouldn't dream of it. I want this to be special, you know, like in the middle of the woods up against a tree.
Regina: You're a pig.
Randall: You're a dyke.
Regina: Die a violent death.
Catherine: You blew it. It's too bad, too, cause the rest of it was really good. "I loved your dad." "I always liked you." "I wanna spend every minute with you." That's killer stuff.
Hal: I meant it.
Catherine: You got laid and you got the notebook. You're a genius.
Hal: Talk to me, Catherine. This proof is yours.
Luther 'Suitcase' Simpson: Is this official?
Chief Jesse Stone: No. It's personal.
Nick Castle: Holy shit.