Jake: Oh my gosh! How do you know Mike Shiner?
Lesley: We share a vagina.
David Elliot: When my parents broke, they met when they were in high school, it made sense. That's what I want to find, true love, the kind of you fight for, that you always put first. That makes you wanna be good, do better and not with just any girl, but the girl and when I find that, that's all I need.
Ray Henderson: Listen, you! This is Northern Soul, not Northern Arsehole.
Madame Mallory: What is this flavor that is fighting against the chicken?
Hassan: I added some spices for flavor to the sauce, and coriander for garnish and freshness.
Madame Mallory: But why change a recipe that is 200 years old?
Hassan: Because, madam, maybe 200 years is long enough.
Amelia: You are nothing. You're nothing! This is my house! You are trespassing in my house! If you touch my son again, I'll fucking kill you.
Moza: Good evening, a table for one?
Cuenca: I see you're good at math.
Moses: I love everything what I know about you. And I trust in what I don't.
Delarue: I underestimated you, soldier. You may have killed all my men, but you sure as hell.
Alice Klieg: This morning I woke up and there was a pubic hair on my pillow shaped like a question mark. And it really got me thinking of unanswered questions, like all the times in my life when I was supposed to feel something but I felt nothing and all the other times in my life where I wasn't supposed to feel anything but I felt too much and the people around me weren't really ready for all of my feelings.
Rick Reynolds: You been drinking again?
Elliot Anderson: Why do you say that?
Rick Reynolds: Well, Haji drove here, your breath smells like Binaca, and you look like you spent the night being dragged through cobble stone streets by angry villagers. Other than that, I'm just guessing.
John du Pont: I'm getting Dave. And I don't care how much it costs.
Max Simkin: Hey, Ma, let me ask you somethin'. You ever wish you were somebody else?
Sarah Simkin: No. I'm your mother. That's all I ever wanted to be.
Max Simkin: But... if you could do whatever you wanted to do, what would it be?
Sarah Simkin: Um... Have dinner with your father. That would be nice.
Jade: Hi, I'm Jade. Welcome to Chick Planet Massage! Please take a look at today's Pussy Eater's special which is good all day until closing time.
Doc Sportello: How much is it?
Jade: $14.95.
Doc Sportello: Errr, not that $14.95 ain't a totally groovy price, but I'm really trying to locate this guy who works for Mr. Wolfmann?
Jade: Oh, does he eat pussy?
Doc Sportello: A fella by the name of Glenn Charlock?
Jade: Oh sure, Glenn! He comes in here. He eats pussy.
Cheryl: She died a famous woman, denying her wounds, denying her wounds came from the same source as her power.
Bryan Bontrager: Yeah, see those - all this talking you've been doing at your concerts? That's got to stop, OK? People are paying to hear you sing, not to hear you talk. Do you understand that? No, no, no. You're there to make fans, not enemies.
Rich Wayne Mullins: What can I say? That's what happens when you're honest with religious people.
Mary Bee Cuddy: I live uncommonly alone.
Connor: Hope's a necessity where I come from.