Flag Pin: My grandfather use to tell all kinds of stories about this one soldier... but he wasn't taking about a man, but rather something mythic.
Reggie Turner: From what you say, Oscar, it would seem that Reading Gaol is an enchanted castle. With the governor as its presiding elf.
Maya: The truth is a lie.
Michael Knox: I find it hard trusting someone who brings C-4 to a fucking soccer game.
Arkady Belav: I thought Americans hated soccer.
Michael Knox: Yeah, I've been saying that all fucking day.
Earl Stone: Are you sure you're Mexican? You're acting like you're under The Fuhrer or something.
Liam Stewart: Whatever happens, don't stop.
Tami Oldham: What's it like sailing out there on your own?
Richard Sharp: Miserable.
Sean: She's an enigma my wife. You can get close to her, but you never quite reach her. She's like a, beautiful ghost.
Matt Graver: You gonna help us start a war.
Alejandro: With who?
Matt Graver: Everyone.
Curtis Farraday: You know you can get AIDS from looking through trash, right?
Tommy 'Eats' Eaton: Only way you're ever getting AIDS.
Jack Mulligan: What I've learned from men like my father and your husband is that you reap what you sow.
Veronica: Let's hope so.
Malloy: Take this little problem here on your board. The answer seems pretty plain to me.
Evan Birch: Does it? Well, be my guest. Prove this chair exists.
Malloy: What chair?
Clare: Get me to the soldiers that came by this morning.
Chrissy: I'm telling.
Ms. Thomson: The principal? Great. Then we can discuss your innovative use of a birth-control dispenser to hide the answers of yesterday's quiz... What? You thought I just assumed you were extra-fertile?
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.
Oliver Hardy: You're not leaving, are you, Stan? The show must go on.