Preest: But don't get me wrong. This wasn't fate. For every soul of this deluded population who believed in fate's comic clockwork, they neglect to see the wear and tear beneath the surface. The teeth that grind into the cogs. The damage that fate causes so many in its selfish journey towards just one favourable consequence. The Individual had simply run out of luck, and I was here to collect.
Frank Tramell: You have a choice.
Jack Bauer: I don't have a choice, you son of a bitch.
Chris Mattson: Y'know what Abel? Fuck you.
Abel Turner: Is that a 'We Are the World' fuck you?
Chris Mattson: No. It's a special one. Just for you.
Sammy: God damn shame, Mike. God damn shame about Joey. He thought the world of you, Mike.
Charlie Bellow: So it's true?
Jordan Roark: What?
Charlie Bellow: You don't wear underwear on recital days.
Jordan Roark: I never lie.
Maurice: It's oaky... Oh, yeah, and smoky. I detect... bacon fat... laced with honey melon.
Sam Hallaway: You probably read the end of a book first, don't you?
Bobbi Prescott: Yeah.
Sam Hallaway: That is no way to live.
Chuck Wetherhold: These children haven't been properly parented in many years. They're practically feral. That's why I was brought in.
Yamashita: People are talking.
Daigo Kobayashi: About what?
Yamashita: Get yourself a proper job.
Richie Nix: I read about this guy once who weighed 1200 pounds. Can you believe that? For breakfast he'd have like 2 pounds of bacon, a dozen eggs, some rolls. Then for lunch he'd have 4 hamburgers, 4 double cheeseburgers, 8 boxes of fries. For dinner: 3 ham steaks, 6 sweet potatoes, 6 or 7 regular potatoes, some stuffing.
Roy Clayton: Do you think Samir believes it's God's will for him to kill others?
Dierdre Horn: You carry a gun yourself.
Roy Clayton: Now you didn't answer my question.
Dierdre Horn: My son has seen enough death to understand the value of life.
Scott: Every week I ask you, "Please wear appropriate footwear." And every week you insist on wearing those stupid boots.
Poppy: Yeah, sorry about that.
Scott: You know what this is? This is vanity before safety.
Poppy: Oh, right.
Scott: "I'm sorry, Mrs Jones, I'm sorry. Poppy killed your child, but don't worry, she looked really cool in her sexy, seductive boots."
Poppy: Hmm, am I keeping you awake at night?
Scott: No.
Poppy: You sure about that?
Chase Collins: She has more talent, more conviction than anyone else I know.
Himself - Interviewee: Memory is dynamic, it's alive. If some details are missing, memory fills the holes with things that never happened.
Dana Scully: Listen to me! I need your help.
Agent Mosley Drummy: I'm sorry. I - I can't help you.
Dana Scully: Then let me talk to somebody there with some balls who can.
Miss Bond: I'm sorry. We were trying to be like Robin Hood - you know, steal from the rich to give to the poor. But... really, all we were doing was stealing from the rich... and the poor... and keeping it for ourselves. That's what we did, really.
Dr. Emerson: You have great power ahead of you.
Molly Hartley: I don't want it.
Dr. Emerson: But you will.
Lady Spencer: I have heard a rumor.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Yes?
Lady Spencer: That I will soon be addressing my daughter as her Grace, the Duchess of Devonshire.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Is it true, Mama?
Lady Spencer: Yes.