Carlton Leach: Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there 'cause the moment those Turks walk out that door, I'm gonna go fucking Schwarzenegger on the cunt.
Inspektor: You have no idea who you are?
Jude: How can I answer that if you got the nerve to ask me?
Maps: Just remember Misty, no matter what, you're still a December boy.
Jack: This isn't Paris. This is hell.
Lady Murasaki Shikibu: Stop. Stop now. Forgive them.
Hannibal Lecter: Never.
Kim Cummings: If Sara's not home, we don't have a search warrant.
Dr. Jack Gramm: Well, we don't need a search warrant because we're not arresting anybody. We're just breaking and entering.
Ram Shankar Nikumbh: Lf you fancy racing, breed racehorses, dammit, not children.
Will Stanton: It's so... and ya know, and I'm like... this whole thing's just... arrr, you know.
Merriman Lyon: Is that it?