Vera Brittain: At college, more than anywhere else, one was likely to make the friendships that supported one through life.
Grace: Do you believe in fairytales, Tuck?
Francis Tucker: No, I believe in "happily ever after."
Jagat Janani: What is your name?
P.K.: I don't have any name. But I don't know why people called me PK... Pk.
Nick Cave: My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.
Bette Altmann: Henry, what's going on?
Henry Altmann: We have to have sex, immediately! I don't have a lot of time.
Mia Hall: Isn't it amazing how life is one thing and then, in an instant it becomes something else. Like here I am, Mia, the girl who thinks about the cello and Adam, and whether I get a stupid letter or not, and just like that.
The Babadook: You can bring me the boy.
Josh Wheaton: Only a real risk can test the reality of a belief.
Sandra: I don't exist. I'm nothing. Nothing at all.
Rhamses: You say that you didn't cause all this. You say this is not your fault. So let's just see who's more effective at killing: You or me.
Ray Henderson: Listen, you! This is Northern Soul, not Northern Arsehole.
JR: Here's some proof that the bonobos aren't dying out.
Elliot Anderson: So sweet of him to bring Eloise over for a crack-smoking field trip, but she has to get home now to do her homework.
Julian: I feel... Vulnerable.
Abel Morales: Good... Because you are vulnerable. We all are.
Carl Wilson: Paul McCartney called "God Only Knows" the greatest song ever written.
Doc Sportello: Saunch, who you working for?
Sauncho Smilax, Esq: Clients pay me for work, Doc. Clients pay me for work, Doc.
Nolan Mack: People leave, you know? But for some people, it just doesn't seem fair.
Apa: If you can't beat them at their game, beat them at yours.
George Briggs: You're gonna meet three kinds of people out here. You're gonna meet wagon trains that don't want to see crazy people. You're gonna meet freighters who will surely rape you. And you're gonna meet Indians who will kill you, and then rape you after they kill me.
James Brown: Are we done, Mr. Byrd?
Bobby Byrd: I'm afraid not, Mr. Brown.
James Brown: I say, are we done?
Bobby Byrd: I think we got more funk in the trunk.