Julio: Hey, Lester my man. Ouch. Who got over on you, bro?
Pimp Lester: Some puta who's forwarding address is gonna be in ten different zip codes, all of them dumpsters.
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.
Sheriff Hoyt: Which one of you assholes burned his draft card?
Peter Evans: I am the drone.
Agnes White: I am the mother queen.
Chev Chelios: Don't pop a blood vessel, you little penis.
Will Francis: Hi. I'm sorry.
Liv: You smell of perfume.
Will Francis: Well, I don't know how I do.
Liv: Nor do I.
Will Francis: I love you.
Liv: Is that an answer?
Will Francis: It's the truth. I feel as if I'm tapping on a window. You're somewhere behind the glass but you can't hear me. Even when you're angry, like now, it's like someone a long long way away is angry with me.
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.
Owen Davian: We've implanted an explosive charge in your head. Does that sound familiar?
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.
Kee: Dylan. I'll call my baby Dylan. It's a girl's name, too.
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.
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?
Melissa: God, his hand. What happened?
Richie: You mean The Claw?
Tye: Leprosy.
Richie: I heard chihuahua attack.
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.
Stranger on the phone: What are you wearing?
Jill: Combat boots and a parka you jerk, now who is this?
Rey: Arise, my daughter. Come. You have spilled your own blood rather than the blood of an innocent. That was the final task and the most important.
Pan: And you chose well, Your Highness.
Carmen: Come here with me, and sit by your father's side.