
Matthew: The cross is bloodstained. It loves. It forgives. It demands.

Jack Dwyer: I killed someone.
Hammond: You're alive, Jack. Your family's alive.

Jupiter Jones: Yeah, because a dream is the only way any of this make sense.
Caine Wise: Compared to what? The idea that you're the only intelligent species, on the only inhabitable planet, in a universe so full of planets that you don't even have a number to describe how many there are.

Scott Fischer: Sit down man, acclimatize.

Danny Collins: Hank, I haven't written a song in thirty years. thirty years. I'm a fucking joke.

Cheung Wing-sing: Why'd God make women pretty but dumb?
Cheung Wing-sing: They're pretty, so men will like them.
Cheung Wing-sing: They're dumb, so they will like men.

Greg: Summer. What does that word even mean, right? More "summ." Winter, same deal. More "wint"?

News Reporter: Officer Cooper stands at four feet, 11 inches.
Cooper: Oh, come on.
News Reporter: The other suspect, a 45-year-old Latino woman.
Daniella Riva: 45? My madre.
News Reporter: Officer Cooper is four feet, nine inches.
Cooper: I am five-foot, two.
News Reporter: Traveling with a 50-year-old suspect.

Libby Day: It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were okay, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that simply wasn't so.