Guard: Talk. Talk, speak.
Paxton: What the fuck do you want me to say?
Guard: American.
Jim Braddock: I have to believe that when things are bad I can change them.
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.
Maggie Peyton: What's really your problem with me racing?
Ray Peyton Sr.: 'Cause you're the spittin' image of your mom... and... I can't lose her twice.
Great Aunt Adelaide: Incest.
Dave Spritz: People don't throw things at me any more. Maybe because I carry a bow around.
Einar Gilkyson: I expect you to be nice to who ever comes to my door.
Griff Gilkyson: Yes sir.
Einar Gilkyson: Unless it's some guy looking to sell his angle on God. There's no excuse for that bullshit.
Lorbeer: Big pharmaceuticals are right up there with the arms dealers.
Jake Green: The greatest enemy will hide in the last place you would ever look.
Stewie Griffin: Look, I really don't want to go to hell, but I can't stop my nature. I'm just a hateful person.
Brian Griffin: You're not hateful you just need to control your anger. Like I do.
Stewie Griffin: Oh, you mean by being sauced all day! Wait a minute! Of Course! That's it! If I'm drunk I'll be calm and if I'm calm I'll be nice, and if I'm nice then I won't go to hell. Fix me a highball I'm going to get good and tight.
Katherine: It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
Jackie Price: How you doing?
Jack Starks: Better now.
Yuri Orlov: I'm a one-man genocide.
Walt: Oh my god, he is deranged!
Record Company Executive: Your fans are gospel folk, Johnny. They're Christians, and they don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: Then they ain't Christians.
Nick Jones: Ugh, Dalton, did you crap your pants again?
Dalton Chapman: What? No! I don't know, maybe. I am wearing my work clothes.
Morris Buttermaker: Is that a baggy full of bacon?
Mike Engelberg: I'm on Atkins.
Charles Schine: Please, just take the money.
Philippe LaRoche: Chuck, I already took your money. You see this? This was your money, and I took it. Now it's mine.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.