The Mighty Sven: If you want it, you must will it. If you will it, it will be yours.
Col. Woodrow Dolarhyde: I want that man! You give him to me now, or I'm gonna take him!
Kyle Miller: In your hands they go back to being nothing but rocks. Just, just pretty, shiny little rocks.
Sarrab: Poor Uday. Sometimes I think he wants to fuck himself to death.
Peter: Man, you've really grown up.
Ida Horowicz: Hey, Steve. I'm still your friend, right?
Stephen Meyers: You're my best friend, Ida.
Sir Laurence Olivier: She's quite wonderful. No training, no craft, no guile, just pure instinct. Astonishing.
Colin Clark: You should tell her that.
Sir Laurence Olivier: Oh, I will. But she won't believe me. That's probably what makes her great, but it's certainly what makes her so profoundly unhappy.
Thomas Schell: If things were easy to find, they wouldn't be worth finding.
Norman Grunmeyer: If I had Big G's body, I'd have kicked Freel's ass! Then I'd have kicked Ricky Brown's ass just to cool down.
Lotterman: How does anyone drink 161 miniatures?
Paul Kemp: Are they not complimentary?
Albert Nobbs: A life without decency is unbearable.
Kumar: I haven't shaved since you left. Pretty romantic, right? Like Ryan Gosling in "The Notebook."
Mad Dog: Pulling a trigger is like ordering a takeout.
Maud Hill: There's no place on earth people understand loneliness better than here.
Matt King: Paradise? Paradise can go fuck itself.
Kyle: They're eating him alive like some fucked up fondue.
