Ray Embrey: People don't like you, Hancock.
Hancock: Do I look like I care what people think?
President Ashton: This intel is certain?
Phil McCullough: Absolutely.
President Ashton: Then why aren't we focusing on the ones who are here actually doing this?
Phil McCullough: We are.
President Ashton: This summit is too important.
Phil McCullough: I know that sir, but we're looking for five people out of six million. We are trying.
President Ashton: Try harder.
Scott Percival: The door closed behind me.
Arthur Seldom: Any formulation is valid in the series because we can always find a rule that justifies it.
Michael Carson: Don't be scared, mommy. He just wants to come play with us.
Joe: Where there's money, there's competition and the guy paying me usually wins.
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.
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.
Dr. Emerson: You have great power ahead of you.
Molly Hartley: I don't want it.
Dr. Emerson: But you will.
Leann Cole: That's not my ringtone.
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.
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.
Detective Eric Box: Hi, I'm Detective Box.
Arthur James Elmer: Unusual name.
Detective Eric Box: Well, it wasn't up to me.
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.
Mike Manadoro: Gina Abrutzi - my girl friend. She says she'll quit smoking the day I ask her to marry me. So, on top of everything else, I cause lung cancer.
Kristen: James, we need a gun. Does your dad have a gun?
James Hoyt: Kristen, I'm looking! There was one here when I was a kid. He always hid it.
Saul: Hey look, my thumb looks like my cock.