
Steven Johnson: You know what? This crocodile's like O.J. Simpson. He messed up when he killed that white woman.

John: How long you been fucking her?
[Jim looks awkward.]
John: It's a simple question.
[Jim looks down and sees John's wedding ring.]
Jim: How long you been fucking your wife?
John: I don't have one.
Jim: then why are you wearing a ring?
John: It makes people think I'm trustworthy.
Jim: Aren't you?
John: No.

Stuntman Mike: You know how people say, YOU'RE okay in MY book, or and in MY book THAT'S no good. Well, I actually have... a book. And everybody I ever met goes in this book. And now I've met you, and... YOU'RE going in THE book TOO. Unfortunately, now I'm gonna have to file you under chicken... shit.

Tad Gruzsa: You know why you're here.
Tim Kearney: Probably cuz you want me to roll over on somebody, right?
Tad Gruzsa: Wrong, we don't want you to roll over on somebody. We want you to be somebody.
Tim Kearney: That's what my mom used to say.

Viola Frye: He didn't kill me. He killed who I was.

Linda Hanson: Something is seriously fucked up.

Hertz: Come on, Smith, come on, guns don't kill people - but they sure help.

Dr. Jack Harper: He really did love you, Sam.
Sam Lockwood: He didn't even know me.

Stuntman Mike: Get ready to fly, bitch.

Jake Oleson: I saw them feeding on Grandma Helen. They're like, vampires, you know?
Stella Oleson: Vampires don't exist, Jake.