Airman Spencer Stone: I don't know, ma'am. I just didn't want my family finding out that I died hiding under a table.
Lady Sarah: There are limits to what one can give.
Neil Armstrong: You're down here and you look up and you don't think about it too much. But space exploration changes your perception.
Michael MacCauley: What happens when you find 'em?
Joanna: They die. Hypothetically.
Wang Jin: You can go wherever you want. Yes, you can. However, you'll find nothing different. I learned this when I've wasted most of my life away. So I have to sugar-coat it. There must be a difference.
Captain Mitch Nelson: Eddy ya OK? Eddy?
Ethan: You could have told me you were gay.
Simon: Guess I didn't think we had very much in common.
Ethan: You're telling me Simon. It's not like your all hoodie wardrobe rocks my world.
Dr. Burghart Kroll: Your pen. Your sword.
Ed Whittle: What if something horrible goes wrong?
Will Foster: Something already has.
Teacher: I see where he got it.
Erasmus: Don't you think this is the pot calling the kettle black?
Paul: I did notice the word "felching" on your classroom wall which I thought was inappropriate in a classroom.
Teacher: That is "felting".
Paul: Oh, yeah. That makes more sense. Felching isn't until middle school. (01:01:04)
[Tyler enters the room and sees a woman bound and gagged on the floor, making mumbled screams].
Don: Bud, listen to me. I'd never hurt anyone. This woman and I are having an affair. We're a little kinky, that's all. I know, I know, this is a lot for you to take in, but your mother knows all about this. She and I-
Kassi: Are you serious with this bullshit? (01:33:30)
Kiyoshi: He's all bloody. Did you kill him?
Nick Lowell: He'll live.
Juliet Ashton: Do you suppose it's possible for us to already belong to someone before we've met them?
Joan: You didn't kill her, Annie.
Annie: What?
Joan: She isn't gone. (01:08:10)
Audrey Newhouse: This last letter suggests he was full of hope.
Rupert Turner: Which is why I am sure you will understand that, for obvious reasons, that is the version that I chose to believe.
Colette: My name is Gabrielle Colette and the hand that holds the pen writes history.