
Donna D. Logand: The hell of it is, is you're only as loved as you think you are.

Jack Stanfield: Nice flowers.
Janet Stone: Born-again Bobby.
Jack Stanfield: Maybe he's trying to save your soul.
Janet Stone: He'd need bigger blossoms than that.

Jesse Stone: If you come near this woman again, if anything happens to her, or her kids, no matter what, no matter whose fault it is, I will kick you around this town until you look like roadkill. And if you're annoying, like you were today, I just might shoot you.

Lazarus: I'm cookin' steaks fah dinnah. I expect you to stay.

James: Our daughter is scarred for life. She'll either grow up to be oddly attracted to Popeye, or a lesbian.

Ludwig van Beethoven: An artist is someone who has learnt to trust in himself.

Shaun: I just wondered if you'd like to be my girlfriend. I think you're lovely.

Bud Gerber: People on the street corners, they looked at this picture and they took hope. Don't ask me why, I think it's a crappy picture, myself. You can't even see your faces! But it said we can win this war, are winning this war, we just need you to dig a little deeper. They want to give us that money. No, they want to give it to you.

William Montrose: Cincinnat's next move is T.B.D.
Secret Service Agent: What's the "B" stand for?
William Montrose: Brass ones. Which you don't have.

Brother Lorenzo: There will be no liberty for the enemies of liberty.

Richard Messner: You said someone came up to you as an FBI agent?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And then you saw him get on the elevator wearing a security guard outfit?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And that doesn't seem odd to you?

Matt Saunders: Hannah.
Vaughn Haige: Oh, man, I think she's dead. Time to start the grieving process.