Jake Green: The greatest enemy will hide in the last place you would ever look.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
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.
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.
Stitch: Stitch not bad. Stitch fluffy.
David Bloomberg: I'm 23.
Rafi Gardet: No, you're not. I don't believe you. Let me see the license... Oh, my God! You're a child. Taxi! I have T-shirts older than you.
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Daisy Duke: They planted a still on our farm.
Pauline: They planted a still? Why would they have to plant a still?
Daisy Duke: 'Cause they're too damn dumb to find our real still.
Gordon: We were talking about a cease fire, for Christmas Eve. What do you think? The outcome of this war won't be decided tonight. I don't think anyone would criticize us for lying down our riffles on Christmas Eve.
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."
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.
Father Moore: Once you've looked into the darkness, I think you carry it with you for the rest of your life.
Red: What big ears you have.
The Wolf: All the better to hear your many criticisms.