Victoria Lasseter: Cherry Progressive, listen. Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached.
Mike Howell: Is that a lyric from something?
Blackbeard: Well, well, well. The princess, I presume.
Hook: Oh, well, actually I'm just a miner. But I appreciate the compliment.
Edith Cushing: You're monsters. Both of you.
Lucille Sharpe: Funny. That's the last thing Mother said, too.
Mark Baum: I don't get it. Why are they confessing?
Danny Moses: They're not confessing.
Porter Collins: They're bragging.
Peeta Mellark: Your favorite color is green. Real or not real?
Katniss Everdeen: Real. Your favorite color is orange; Not a bright orange, but a soft orange, like the sunset.
Peeta Mellark: Thank you.
Pops: Old.
Kyle Reese: Not obsolete.
Pops: Not yet.
Louis: Bitch, you barkin' up the wrong fucking tree. I'm from Oakland, ho. I know two ghetto ass hoes when I see 'em.
Kate Kavanagh: What was he like?
Anastasia Steele: He was polite. Intense. Smart. Really intimidating.
Title Card: The word Sicario comes from the zealots of Jerusalem, killers who hunted the Romans who invaded their homeland. In Mexico, Sicario means hitman.
Christopher Marlowe: Saying things in a short snappy way instead of a long drawn-out way is the soul of wit.
Bill Shakespeare: You mean brevity?
Christopher Marlowe: Yeah.
Kyle Wincott: Nose of a dog, the heart of a marine, sounds like a hero to me.
Bill Bryson: Writers don't retire. We either drink ourselves to death or blow our brains out.
TV Host: What will it be for you?
Bill Bryson: After this interview, probably both.
Dave: Hey, no smiling. You're still grounded. Remember?
