Ngoc Lan Tran: What kind of fuck you give me? What kind? American people, eight kind of fuck. Love fuck, hate fuck, sex-only fuck, break-up fuck, make-up fuck, drunk fuck, buddy fuck, pity fuck.
Peter Parker: I'm sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.
Ned Leeds: But you are a kid.
Peter Parker: Yeah. A kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands.
Loki: I have been falling for 30 minutes!
Peter Quill: You're like Mary Poppins.
Yondu: Is he cool?
Peter Quill: [Pause.] Hell yeah, he's cool.
Yondu: I'm Mary Poppins, y'all!
Lucas Weller: Mom, why would they scare us like that?
Rachel Weller: Because it's easier to build fear than build a wall. (01:20:05)
Daytrader: You always resort to violence!
Hound: I love violence.
Jolly the Pimp: Rules are rules and this is a place where we make love, not war.
File Clerk: Everyone remembers where they were at the blackout. You?
K: That was a little before my time.
File Clerk: I was home with my folks. Then ten days of darkness. Every machine stopped cold. When the lights came back, we were wiped clean. Photos, files, every bit of data. Gone. Bank records, too. Didn't mind that. It's funny only paper lasted. I mean, we had everything on drives. Everything, everything, everything. My mom still cries over the lost baby pictures.
K: Well, it's a shame. You must have been adorable.
The Major: You are not defined by your past, but for your actions.
Carolyn Dunn: And I am what is left. I guess, in part, we're all remains of unfulfilled dreams.
Miranda North: I know what I feel is not rational, not scientific. I feel hate. I feel pure fucking hate for that thing.
Ray Dussette: Why would you build a self destruct on this space station?
Jake Lawson: In case this space station fell back to earth.
Jessica Johnson: I am well aware that this is a one-way mission and there is no point of return to my original life.
Zordon: Any other questions?
Billy Cranston: Are we more like Iron Man or Spider-Man?
Eamon Bailey: Knowing is good, but knowing everything is better.
Kid Flash: Speed it up, will ya? You drive like my Granny.
Dick Grayson: We're moving with the flow of traffic.
Speedy: When do I get to drive?
Dick Grayson: My car. So, never.
Nick Jakoby: I think we might be in a Prophecy.
Daryl Ward: We're not in a Prophecy, all right?
Nick Jakoby: How do you know?
Daryl Ward: We're in a stolen Toyota Corolla.
David: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.