Conor: Your stories never made sense to me.
The Monster: Because humans are complicated beasts. You believe comforting lies, while knowing full well the painful truth that makes those lies necessary. In the end, Conor, it is not important what you think. It is only important what you do.
Conor: So what do I do?
The Monster: What you did just now. You speak the truth.
Conor: That's all?
The Monster: You think it's easy? You were willing to die rather than speak it.
Loretta Figgis: My father says there once was a good man in you.
Joe Coughlin: We all find ourselves in lives we didn't expect.
Loretta Figgis: Repent. Repent. Repent.
Bob: Meow.
Baird Whitlock: Hey, Obie. You're a Communist, too?
Jessie: No one ever really goes away. Not completely. Because they live in our minds, and in our hearts.
Lyndon B. Johnson: You know, this could be your lucky day. You might be able to vote your conscience on the Farm Bill.
Senator Ralph Yarborough: I like to think that is the only way that I ever vote.
Lyndon B. Johnson: Spoken like a true one-term senator.
Yousef: You like Chicago?
Alan: Not in the winter.
Yousef: No, the band.
Lady Susan Vernon: Ah, mortality. Our mortality and that of others, but most particularly our own, is the hardest and most intractable hand life can deal us.
Ray Kroc: If you've got time to lean, then you've got time to clean.
Sara: Dead? Is that what you told everyone? You poor heartbroken widower. That story must have wet the eyes of many young lasses. Maybe more than their eyes.
Gaurav Chandna: Forget it. You won't understand.
Kaa: Are you alone out here? What are you doing so deep in the jungle? Don't you know what you are? I know what you are. I know where you came from. Poor, sweet little cub. I'll keep you clossse. Let go of your fear now... And trussst in meee.