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.
James Bond: Martini.
Bar Tender: Shaken or stired?
James Bond: Does it look like I give a damn?
Eric Lensherr: Charles Xavier did more for mutants than you will ever know. My single greatest regret is that he had to die for our dream to live.
Arch Cummings: How did the Irish poet say it, hmm?"E'er friend for today, is tomorrow's heartbreak."
Neville Flynn: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
Eisenheim: My intention has only been to entertain, nothing more.
Lucky Larry: What the hell did you go and do to all these people?
Danny Archer: So you're a fisherman, ha? What do you catch mostly?
Solomon Vandy: Fish.
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.
Big Momma: This is a family beach, not Chippendales.
Chase Collins: I'm going to make you my Wee-yotch.
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?
Doug Carlin: I'll speak slow, so those of you with Ph.D.'s in the room can understand.
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.
Lorenzo Council: Kiss my ass, brotherfucker.
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.
Georg Dreyman: You are a great artist. I know that, and your audience knows it, too. You don't need him. You don't need him. Stay here. Don't go to him.
Christa-Maria Sieland: No? I don't need him? Don't I need this whole system? What about you? Then you don't need it either, or need it even less. But you get in bed with them, too. Why do you do it? Because they can destroy you too, despite your talent and your faith. Because they decide what we play, who is to act, and who can direct.