James Payton: So, you Omar! Damn, man! You ain't what I pictured. You ain't nothing but a black dude. Probably from Decatur.
Policeman Macy's: Alright lady, I'll put you down. You're an idiot.
Ucok: You apologize! In their language, in our land! Where is your honor?
Rayford Steele: I know you all want answers, and believe me, so do I.
Kat Connor: I miss fucking you.
Pink Poodle: Kill me now.
Alice: To be no good at something bad is good.
Sarchie: You see, Father, as we speak every day, out there, someone's getting hurt, ripped off, murdered, raped. Where's God when all that's happening? Hmm?
Mendoza: In the hearts of people like you, who put a stop to it. I mean, we can talk all night about the problem of evil, but what about the problem of good? I mean, if there's no God, if the world is just "survival of the fittest," then why are all the men in this room willing to lay down their lives for total strangers? Hmm?
Jim Bob: All right, boys, it's Howdy Doody time.
Sheriff McDowell: The logging barons always cry "jobs" and "free enterprise," but the truth is, you barely pay enough to put food on the table.
Pemberton: Oh, we pay more than any job these men can get, and that's why there's a line fifty-deep every time there's an opening.
Sheriff McDowell: Openings? Yes, you always have openings, don't you, Mr. Pemberton? Because your camps have killed more men than the war between the States.
Rusty Nail: Learned that from a hockey ninja.
Dave Skylark: Welcome to the jungle, baby, welcome to the jungle. Na na na knees.
Laine Morris: Sarah if you're pushing it that is really messed up.
Sarah Morris: I'm not pushing it.
Connor: Hope's a necessity where I come from.
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.
Raven: Hell, I might even fuck George Clooney - with a strap-on.
Nolan Mack: People leave, you know? But for some people, it just doesn't seem fair.
Alice Taylor: You don't love me. You just want to control me.
Cheryl: I know only that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. That seeing the fish beneath the surface was enough. That it was everything. My life -like all lives - mysterious, irrevocable and sacred, so very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
Gordon: Good God, man. You've fallen for that little slice of American pie.
Richard: Dad.
Gordon: Now you listen to me. This might be the most important bit of advice that I ever give you. American women may be fun and Victoria Secret when you first met them, but as soon as they get their claws into you, they stop fucking and start eating, and the only ass you gonna get is a fat one.