Sarah Bowman: You don't have to worry. Nothing happens in this town anyway.
Bud Crain: Yeah, it seems like a real shit hole. Where are we going anyway?
Sarah Bowman: My house.
Bud Crain: Oh, so you're from here?
Sarah Bowman: Born and raised.
Bud Crain: Well, it's kind of a charming shit hole.
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.
Morris: When someone carries that kind of anger around all of the time, they can seem stupid. That's the thing about anger, it sucks up a lot of intelligence.
Milo: If I'm having an imaginary conversation, I'd at least hope for something a bit more fucking exciting.
Reverend Pratt: So, if you concentrate on what you don't have, you forget about what you do have.
Cara: That woman nearly suffocated him... Well, just look at her children. Even when they were tiny, in the nursery, they must do what she wants them to do, be what she wants them to be. Only then would she love them. It's not Lady Marchmain's fault. Her God has done that to her.
Charles Ryder: But surely you're Catholic too.
Cara: Oh, yes, but a different sort. Well, it's different in Italy. Not so much guilt. We do what the heart tell us, and then we go to confession.
Jonathan Brock: We had much in common, your husband and I. I found his ideas original and provocative. I just wish I'd gotten to know him better.
Martha Dennison: Me too.
Yamashita: People are talking.
Daigo Kobayashi: About what?
Yamashita: Get yourself a proper job.
Mike: You have to let go of everything... in order to move on.
Abby: I don't know anything about love. Every time I feel it, it's gone, it disappears and all I have left is pain and sadness.
Detective Eric Box: Hi, I'm Detective Box.
Arthur James Elmer: Unusual name.
Detective Eric Box: Well, it wasn't up to me.
Edgar Frog: Let's get one thing straight, I hate fucking vampires.
Tom: Nobody in the world makes me laugh the way you do. You're my best friend. I just wanna be with you.
DJ Sand: That's not how we do it. This ain't High School Musical.
Old Man: Just suppose that the shaping and molding of destiny... is your destiny.
Sam Landis: Let me guess. You finally want to start that boy band you've been dreaming about.
Principal Jared T. Kirkpatrick: Landis, do I come down to the strip club where you work and knock the dick out of your mouth? Against the wall. You're late.
Leann Cole: That's not my ringtone.
Rincewind: That's old Twoflower for you. He just appreciates beauty in his own way. I mean, if a poet sees a daffodil, he stares at it and then writes a long poem. But Twoflower would wander off and buy a book on botany, and then as he reads it he would tread on the daffodil.