John McCain: I hate it when there's leaking and backstabbing after a campaign, let alone before it's fucking over.
Bryan Mills: If I kill you, your other sons will come and seek revenge?
Murad: They will...
Bryan Mills: And I will kill them too.
Lax: After everything you did, you think you deserve love? Why?
Herman Howards: Because.
Lax: Because why? I'd like to know. Why, Herman? Why would you deserve love? Say it.
Herman Howards: Because I'm a real human being like the rest of them. I'm a human being too.
Asa Akira: What's worse than getting banged by Jack the Ripper? Getting fingered by Captain Hook.
Aaron Wiseberger: I went to community college, and that was only because my grandma was sleeping with the dean.
Brenda Hesson: There are all kinds of sons. Some are born to you, some just occur to you.
Sultan: This is Wasseypur. Here, even a pigeon flies with one wing, and uses the other to guard his innocence.
Tom: A Guilt is a powerful thing. It compels... it becomes an obsession... and You have a choice... you can either wallow in it or you can change.
Luke: He can get his own girl and his own kid, that's every man's right.
Colonel A.J. Bullard: We have a right to fight for our country. The same as every other American.
Archie: Damn, baby. Feel like you're playing piano on my dick, like you're playing Mozart.
Jacky Bonnot: I can make it beef bourguignon?
Nurse: In two, three years.
Jacky Bonnot: Why is it taking so long?
Nurse: It's a baby.
Dennis Dupree: Shit! Our opener just dropped out.
Lonny: Concrete Balls?
Dennis Dupree: They're in rehab.
Lonny: Both of them?
Dennis Dupree: There's six of them.
Lonny: Jesus, that band's got a lot of balls.
Dennis Dupree: Betty Ford had a group rate.
Lonny: Do you think they do therapy individually, or in pairs?
Dennis Dupree: Knock it off.
Adam Carlson: I think Barrow might have one great story left in her.
Suzy: These are my books. I like stories with magic powers in them. Either in kingdoms on Earth or on foreign planets. Usually I prefer a girl hero, but not always.
Johnny: Where'd you learn how to drink, uh, fancy single-malt Scotch out of the bottle? They teach you that at law school?
Mickey: No. My dad. Yet another brilliant gift he bestowed upon me.