Eisenheim: My intention has only been to entertain, nothing more.
Ackerman: We'll have to dress it up a little. Disguise it. Give them enough reason to doubt it.
Kevin Fischer: What's wrong?
Wendy Christensen: It's nothing. It's just that I'm going to be worrying about you every second while you're gone.
Kevin Fischer: Why would you worry about me? We don't even like each other, remember?
Kee: Dylan. I'll call my baby Dylan. It's a girl's name, too.
Lorenzo Council: Kiss my ass, brotherfucker.
Nikki: The ambulance guys, they say: "What the fuck happened here?" I say: "He come to a reapin' what he had been sowin', that's what." They say: "Fucker been sowing some kind of heavy shit..."
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.
Ed Mills: When you were 11 years old, you became violent. You started seeing things. You started to hurt yourself. Doctor said we were lucky you didn't hit an artery. He said it was some kind of breakdown. You were a whole different girl after that Joanna. I couldn't control you, honey.
Joanna Mills: Control me? Dad, it is not normal for an 11 year old girl to cut herself. I was trying to tell you I needed help. I still.
Rachel Carlson: Why is it everyone paints their boats the exact same color as their houses?
Angus McCulloch: Well, that's actually a tradition here. The wife needs to be able to look out on the water and know her husband's okay.
Rachel Carlson: That's very romantic.
Angus McCulloch: And we also get a tax-break on the paint, which is also very romantic.
Melissa: God, his hand. What happened?
Richie: You mean The Claw?
Tye: Leprosy.
Richie: I heard chihuahua attack.
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.
Himuro Kei: The sun during midday will light up the dark night. Night dreams of day. Light dreams of darkness. But the ignorant sun will chase away the darkness... and burn the shadows, eventually burning itself! The shade of the tree with the flowers that bloom at night is where the residents of darkness rest. The people of daytime are not allowed.
Sondra Pransky: Why would Peter kill a prostitute?
Sid Waterman: Because it looks bad on his resume.
Aubrey Davis: You won't stop.
Sister Summersisle: They nearly had you.
Edward Malus: Excuse me?
Sister Summersisle: Our little friends, the bees. They almost did you in.
Edward Malus: Yeah.
Sister Summersisle: Pity.
Zamora: The whole history of our country is taking you from us and our land - rubber, sugar, gold. And from our bodies - for slaves, for sex. And now, for - for our insides.
Ryuuk: Who the hell told you you could lean on me?
Madeleine Linscott: Get the picture?
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert: Technicolor.