Prior: Someone want to tell me what the fuck he's talking about?
McKay: He thinks we're being stalked by dead Nazis.
Jordan: Ghosts?
McKay: I didn't get shot by some fucking spectral entity, here. These things are solid.
Hunt: But the one that killed Cotter vanished right in front of us.
McKay: So why don't they swoop down here like God's own wrath and take us out right here and now, then, eh?
Hunt: I don't know. Maybe God's not in on this miracle.
Linda Hanson: Something is seriously fucked up.
Dr. Godfrey: It's true! Vagina Dentata! Vagina Dentata! Vagina Dentata!
Tammy: Are you okay?
Cherry Darling: I'm just Cherry.
Lady Murasaki: They will call it murder.
Hannibal Lecter: At worst a crime of passion.
Pam: So how exactly does one become a stuntman?
Stuntman Mike: Well, in Hollywood, anyone fool enough to throw themselves down a flight of stairs can usually find someone to pay them for it. But really, I got into the business the way most people get into the stunt business.
Pam: How's that?
Stuntman Mike: My brother got me in it.
Pam: Who's your brother?
Stuntman Mike: Stuntman Bob.
Carlos Olivera: Just promise me one thing. When you get down there.
Alice: Consider it done.
Mackenzie Carpenter: Lenny couldn't find his ass with both hands.
Burwell: You've been a bad girl, haven't you Lindsay?
Jamie Ashen: Remember: whatever happens, don't scream.