Sabrina: Ten years later, you are like the O.J. Simpson of Honey Island Swamp. Wouldn't you say?
Andrew: Uh. No, I wouldn't.
Paul: See, history is either a lie or a bore... History can't compete with video games, YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat, Vine, Kik, Burn Note, Whisper, Yik Yak, Skype, Tinder, Grinder, texting, sexting, porn, and that shitty, shitty, shitty orgy of mind numbing mistake called Hollywood. You see, kids, history can't compete. History is over. Everything is happening in this second. (00:36:41)
Karl: This is the last frontier on earth. Still alive, still wild. Not for long. We don't like wild. We don't like untamed. We're obsessed with control. So, we ruin the whole planet, and pride ourselves for creating stupid national parks with stupid rangers in stupid hats to protect what's already gone. Why? Cause we're scared. The jungle shows us what we really are. We're nothing. We're a joke. God fucked up.
Ben Bass: Alex, can you look at me. You really hurt your leg. Your phone is smashed, my phone has no signal and we're pretty high up on the mountain. We need to get help.
Carolyn Dunn: And I am what is left. I guess, in part, we're all remains of unfulfilled dreams.
Kate: It's gonna be the best vacation ever!
Dr. Janusz Korczak: But what of the children, Dr. Zabinski? My heart is no different than yours, I don't believe. I should not be here. They should not be here. You should not be here.
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.
Dom: My old scoutmaster used to say 'If the shortcut was a shortcut, it wouldn't be called a shortcut, it would be called a route'.
Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
Brent Ryan: Your motherfucking mother said to open this door! And motherfuckers, you're going to open this motherfucking door.
Bif: Last time I checked there wasn't an age limit on getting your leg over.
Anna Shepherd: You are such a child.
Nick: A sexy child.
Nick: Wait, no.
Anna Shepherd: Goodbye, Nick.
David Jordan: Goodnight, nobody.
Gene: Throw some sauce on that dance burrito.
