Jackie Cogan: My friend, Thomas Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words 'All men are created equal', words he didn't believe since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He's a rich white snob who's sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So, yeah, he writes some lovely words and aroused the rabble and they went and died for those words while he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl. This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community? Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business. Now fuckin' pay me.
Alfred: You are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. I swore to them that I would protect you, and I haven't.
James Barr: There's this guy. He's a kind of cop, at least he used to be. He doesn't care about proof, he doesn't care about the law, he only cares about what's right. He knows what I did. You can't protect me. No one can.
Brian Taylor: I am the police, and I'm here to arrest you. You've broken the law. I did not write the law. I may disagree with the law but I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathy. Nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with gray bars. If you run away I will chase you. If you fight me I will fight back. If you shoot at me I will shoot back. By law I am unable to walk away. I am a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed, I think, I love, and yes I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me and I them. We stand watch together. The thin-blue-line, protecting the prey from the predators, the good from the bad. We are the police.
Tobin Frost: Time's a-wasting. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Forrest Bondurant: I'm a Bondurant. We don't lay down for nobody.
Andy: Don't act like you don't like this shit.
Chris Farraday: Why, is that obvious? I know but don't tell your sister.
Mr. Freezy: I only feel alone around other people. Couldn't be truer.
Luke Wright: There's a school for gifted children up in Seattle. It's a nice drive... If you like trees and shit.
Picasso: Confucius said, "When setting off on a path of revenge, dig two graves."
Alex Cross: That's fine with me as long as you're in one of them.
Chon: You're already dead. You're dead from the moment you're born. If you can accept that, you can accept anything.
Psychiatrist: Nick, have you ever considered hurting yourself?
Nick Cassidy: Hurting? No... But killin'... Every goddamn day.
Goldberg: Forget everything you know about racing. Desert-racing isn't about speed, it's about endurance and handling.
Carl Lucas: Hang on, I thought you didn't know shit about this kind of racing?
Goldberg: I don't. It's the first thing that came up on Google.
Alien: I'm Alien. My real name is Al, but truth be told, I'm not from this planet.
Val: I took the fall. For everyone. I'm a stand up guy.
James Bonomo: What are we, fucking Vikings?
Sultan: This is Wasseypur. Here, even a pigeon flies with one wing, and uses the other to guard his innocence.
The Major: Perhaps, sir, since out little caper is far from over, perhaps we should consider removing the cartilage.
Harry Deane: Don't be an ass, man. I'm hardly likely to be hit in the face a third time.
The Major: Uh, that was the third time, sir.
Harry Deane: This isn't a math class.