Rosalie Quaid: Sometimes I envy the finality of death. The certainty. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I'm weak.
Thurgood Marshall: I wouldn't be here if I didn't think we could win.
W.F. Gerald: Find a window. Pounce.
Caesar: I did not start this war. I offered you peace. I showed you mercy. But now you're here. To finish us off... for good.
Mrs. Kingston: One good thing, just follow one good thing and see where it leads you.
Gardner: I have to make decisions like what's best for the family.
Edwin: You ever worried we might shoot all the wrong people?
Flake: You wanna know what I think about? How when something terrible happens somewhere, and there's all those flags, and flowers, and candles, and pictures of people who died, and pages of sayings and poems, all that shit lined up for months. That's what I think about.
Philip: Yesterday, you seemed all down in the dumps.
Louise: I'm amazed you noticed.
Philip: We all did. I'm surprised the Pascoe girls didn't remark on it.
Louise: Well, the Pascoe girls were probably far to busy remarking on something else.
Philip: What?
Louise: How easy it must be for a woman like your cousin Rachel to twist you around her little finger.
Jessica Johnson: I am well aware that this is a one-way mission and there is no point of return to my original life.
Ella Spencer: It's just something I really need to do with your father.
Ingrid Thorburn: Talk about something cool, like food or clothes or Joan Didion.
Man-seob: His English is even worse than mine.
Esti Kuperman: Oh, Ronit.
Ronit Krushka: Esti... When I saw you, I.
Esti Kuperman: Yes, me too.