
Red Cargo: I have to do what's best for everyone.
Deni Maroon: Yeah, but... how do you know what's best for everyone?

Calamity Jane: Ten years gone, 'proaching that same-self hill I thought to lay me down and rise no more... oof. Gimme wide berth, that's just passed wind! Possibly worse... Before eyes close for good an' all, I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs... show her a sign of lovin' regret from Calamity Jane to her darlin'. And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill. Oof, I've a left-cheek ass-blister's a percolatin' sonofabitch.

Queen: I want a guy to show me myself. I want him to love me so deeply that I'm not afraid to show how ugly I can be. I want him to show me scars I never knew I had. But I don't want him to make them go away, I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.

Lionel Essrog: Tits on a Tuesday.

Rafiki: It is time.

Joyce Smith: Now's not a good time.
Pastor Jason Noble: I know... that's why I'm here.

Dane Faucheux: I thought you were writing about Nicole.
Matt Teague: So did I.

Enzo: He picked me out of a pile of pups, a tangled mass of paws and tails. He'd stopped at the farm on his way home from the speedway at Yakima. Even back then, I knew I was different than other dogs. My soul just felt more human.

Tramp: Every day could be an adventure.

Watson Bryant: This is Nadya.
Watson Bryant: She is... she tells me what to do.