
Billy: Nothing like two dudes and a dog making candles.
Ned: Such a cliche.

Ottway: Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.

Skyler: How'd you come up with that?
Sean: I don't know. Shark Week.

[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?

Mr. Kane: You just get here as quick as you can.
Mallory Kane: I'll try. Keep your eyes open.
Mr. Kane: I haven't shut my eyes since you were born.

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

J. Edgar Hoover: I don't need to tell you that, what determines a man's legacy is often what isn't seen.

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