
Rear Admiral: The end is inevitable, Maverick. Your kind is headed for extinction.
Maverick: Maybe so, sir. But not today.

Stuart Long: Like anything, it's the struggle that brings you closer to God. I never shied away from no fight. Teaching priests to rat on suffering men, they're getting closer to Judas than Jesus.

Edward Nashton: If you are justice, please do not lie / What is the price for your blind eye?

Tricia Albright: The Albrights have been here since the Mayflower arrived.

Danny Sharp: You are all gonna have the greatest story to tell at dinner tonight.

Emily: If you want to tell me what to do, put me on the fucking payroll.

Benoit Blanc: You dimwitted... brainless... JACKASS! Your one murder with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me.

Abnesti: The time to worry about crossing lines was... a lot of lines ago.

Younger Patrick: Tom.
Younger Tom: Don't ruin it.
Younger Patrick: How would I do that?
Younger Tom: Asking about the next time.

Cope: I have a lump on my abdomen. You see it? Picasso? Duchamp? Francis Bacon, perhaps? Am I an artist?
Timlin: He takes the rebellion of his own body and seizes control of it. Shapes it, tattoos it, displays it, creates theater out of it. It has meaning, very potent meaning, and many, many people respond to it.

Lee: You don't think I'm a bad person?
Maren: All I think is that I love you.

Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?

Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.