Jack Mosley: Never met your sister?
Eddie Bunker: No.
Jack Mosley: Wow.
Eddie Bunker: So I'm going out to Seattle to meet her. I'm looking forward.
Jack Mosley: Maybe she turns out to look like Angelina Jolie.
Eddie Bunker: Shit, if she do, I hope she ain't my sister.
Donald Carruthers: Do you know what? Urine is good for your skin? My grandmother... I swear to god, my grandmother told me. She said... She didn, 'cause when I used to get a zit or something, she said.
Richard Messner: She pissed on your face?
Donald Carruthers: Get the fuck out of here. Are you fucking nuts?
Richard Messner: What?
Donald Carruthers: She's my grandmother.
Richard Messner: You just told me your grandmother said that piss is good for your skin.
Lena Brandt: An affair has more rules than a marriage.
Nicholas Garrigan: If you're afraid of dying it shows you have a life worth living.
Bill Cox: You designed the software, you find me a way in.
Jack Stanfield: I wouldn't know where to start.
Gerben Kuipers: We will kill that girl! However, wherever, whenever.
David Carver: Don't hurt her.
Collie Entragian: Son, I will put a stick through your mother, and spin her around til she catches fire, if I so desire! And you cannot stop me, and I'll come back for 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.
Zora Carmichaels: You know, there'd be a lot less violence in the world if everyone just got a little more cardio.
Ms. Barbara MacHenry: Didn't I see Clair earlier?
Kelli Presely: Isn't she upstairs writing a card to her sister?
Melissa Kitt: No, I think her sister picked her up earlier. Remember, this is the occasion for Clair and her sister and her mom to bury the hatchet and rediscover each other.
Dana Mathis: I'd like to bury the hatchet with my sister... right in her head.
Robert Langdon: There was every orb conceivable on that tomb except one. The orb which fell from the heavens and inspired Newton's life's work. Work that incurred the wrath of the Church... until his dying day. A-P-P-L-E. Apple.
Professor Dayton: If I could create the perfect woman, I'd make sure there was an on/off switch in there somewhere.
Matt Saunders: Hannah.
Vaughn Haige: Oh, man, I think she's dead. Time to start the grieving process.
Cleveland Heep: I'll miss your faces. Oh, they reminded me of God.
Bruno: I owe this guy from 3 years ago. I took my kid to the hospital, all bruised up. Fuckers thought I'd beat up on him. This guy tells the cops it wasn't me, my kid's a haemophiliac. As long as he needs us, we're there, okay?
Park Hie-bong: In a word... her birth was an accident, and so was her death. Old people have always said... that an animal which kills a human... should be torn limb from limb. That it's a human's duty to do so. Until I slit that beast's stomach... and at least find Hyun-seo's body... I'll never leave this world in peace.
Anna: We are wandering far from refuge here.
Rose Da Silva: Let's keep her with us. She's all we've got.
James: Our daughter is scarred for life. She'll either grow up to be oddly attracted to Popeye, or a lesbian.
Tim Steinberg: It has to be a virus. I mean, his computer is probably still logged on. It's just hitting his address book.
Mattie Webber: They said, "Help me."
Stone: Yeah, but viruses always have some important-sounding shit. I mean, just the other day, I got one that said, "Urgent, Stone. Read me now." I mean, that's a natural occurrence. It happens all the time.
Isabell Fuentes: That was from me, you idiot.
Stone: Damn. That was pretty strong.
Louis Simo: Lady, I can nail you with this.
Leonore Lemmon: D'Artagnan, you couldn't nail me with roses and a trip to Vegas.