
Lou: At least I have my testicles.

[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window.]
Male Cop: Are you okay?
Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.
Fred: Yeah, it isn't.
Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.
Male Cop: A faux-job?
Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.
Fred: Wait, what?

Matt Franklin: I'm... I'm just messed up, OK? I don't know what I want to do. And I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure.
Bill Franklin: You haven't really failed, son, because you haven't really tried to succeed. So don't credit yourself as a failure. You're worse than that.
Matt Franklin: I just can't figure it out, Dad.
Bill Franklin: Don't cry like that in jail, son.

Jacob: I don't know if I picked that circus. But something told me that circus picked me.

Ben: Wait, let me put down the only effective weapon to attend to a lady in distress.

Blake: What are all these sharks doing here?
Nick: I dunno. Maybe someone put them there.

Malcolm: I'm not even wearing a clean pair of Granny panties.

Max: You get to be awake this time. This time, you get to remember.

Peter: Man, you've really grown up.

Ethan: I can't take this 'daddy beats me because he loves me' excuse.

Thomas Schell: Well, as with anything, if you want to believe you can find reasons to.