Jensen: Did you know that cats can make one thousand different sounds and dogs can only make ten? Cats, man. Not to be trusted.
Hoffman: You wanna know the only thing that's wrong with killing you, Jill? I can only do it once.
Cobb: We need the heir of a major corporation to dissolve his father's empire.
Eames: Well, you see, right there you have various political motivations and anti-monopolistic sentiment and so forth, but all that stuff is at the mercy of your subjects own prejudice. What you have to do is start at the absolute basic.
Cobb: Which is what?
Eames: The relationship with the father.
Ramirez: You're never going to get these people to see themselves as they really are, 'cause it's the lies that we tell ourselves, they introduce us to him.
Cara Harding: Just because you're older, doesn't mean you're right. It could just mean that you've been wrong for longer.
Paul Conroy: I need one million dollars by nine o'clock tonight or I'll be left to die in this coffin!
Teddy Daniels: Baby, I love this because you gave it to me, but it is one fuckin' ugly tie.
Simon Marwan: One plus one, does it make one? It comes from Tarkovsky's Nostalghia.
Daniel Rey: We just can't let this affect us that much. If we do that, the terrorists win.
Griff: Where does the Church believe this pestilence has come from?
Osmund: I don't believe God is punishing us, like many do.
Swire: I say from France, where all foul things emerge.
Young Robin: Twenty rounds a second and you're still too slow.
Bug: I wished I could take back what I did today, and make you proud of me.
Orlov: The name of the agent is Evelyn Salt.
Evelyn Salt: My name is Evelyn Salt.
Orlov: Then you are a Russian spy.
Dylan Dog: See? That's just what this case needed. A seven-foot tall, flesh-eating zombie. Which begs the question, are there any actual people left in New Orleans?
Katie Marks: I've never been closer to anyone, and I don't know you at all.