Surveillance Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
O2: Where's your bathroom? I gotta shit.
Dalton Russell: Fact is, all lies, all evil deeds, they stink. You can cover them up for a while, but they don't go away.
Teresa Gazelle: Back the fuck off! I will blow you away.
Calvin: Baby, up up.
Slevin: How do you justify being a rabbi... and a gangster?
The Rabbi: I don't. I'm a bad man who doesn't waste time wondering what could've been when I am what could've been and what could not have been. I live on both sides of the fence. My grass is always green. Consider, Mr. Fisher... there are two men sitting here before you, and one of them you should be very afraid of. Where's my money?
Chev Chelios: What is this stuff?
Doc Miles: Synthetic ephedrine diluted with some saline.
Chev Chelios: Feels sort of good.
Doc Miles: Yeah well. I got a little Meth in there too, so that's the endorphins you feel running to your brain.
Chev Chelios: Wait a minute so I'm not better?
Doc Miles: Fuck no you're not better. You're in such shit shape it's stunning. I can't belive your hearts still beating. Shit should be in a fucking medical journal.
John Lyshitski: Under all the swastikas, he's a real prick.
Roy Washburn: What were you doing at 100 miles per hour?
Catherine Tramell: He was making me cum. And it was 110. We must've hit a pothole.
Roy Washburn: Kevin Franks died. You don't seem very worried.
Catherine Tramell: I'm devastated... I may never cum again.
Mike: I believe God's M.O. is to transmute evil into good and if He's active here, he's doing that now. Although our eyes can't perceive it. The whole process is hidden beneath the surface of our reality. It will only be revealed later. And even then, the people of the future, our children's children, will never truly know this awful time that we have gone through and the losses we took. Maybe some footnote in a minor history book, a brief mention with no list of the fallen.
Nicholas: They are vertically intergrated, they're.
Det. Ricardo Tubbs: You mean they walk around with constant erections?
Nicholas: No, they farm, process, produce, export.
Det. Ricardo Tubbs: I know what it means.
Melissa: God, his hand. What happened?
Richie: You mean The Claw?
Tye: Leprosy.
Richie: I heard chihuahua attack.
Lorenzo Council: Kiss my ass, brotherfucker.
Yakuza: There's an old saying - For want of a nail...the horseshoe was lost. For want of a horseshoe, the steed was lost. For want of a steed...the message was not delivered. For want of an undelivered message...the war was lost.
First Rule of the Death Note: The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
Malcolm Moore: You know you're an idiot, right?
Sean Porter: I'm making progress. I used to be an asshole.
Abby Taylor: Have you had much experience with people like Mr. Genest?
Jesse Stone: People in South Central L.A. would keep Joe Genest for a pet.