Cube (1997)

Kazan: Astro-nomical.

Quentin: Start with us. We got an escape artist and a cop. There's gotta be a reason for that. You're a doctor, Holloway. That gives you a function, a reason, right?
Holloway: No! It just makes me go, "Why me and not one of the other ten million doctors out there?"

Leaven: You figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer.

Quentin: Why don't you tell us what your purpose is, Worth?
Worth: Often wondered that myself. I'm just a guy, I work in an office building doing office building stuff. I wasn't exactly bursting with joie de vivre before I got here, life just sucks in general.
Holloway: Oh I can't stand that attitude.
Leaven: 'Cos he's right.

Worth: I'm the poison. I designed the outer shell.

Quentin: Somebody has to take responsibility around here.
Worth: And that somebody has to be you?
Quentin: Not all of us have the luxury of playing nihilist.
Worth: Not all of us are conceited enough to play hero.

Quentin: Is that your two cents worth, Worth?
Worth: For what it's worth.

Leaven: Is he dead?
Worth: Not quite.
Quentin: Not even close.

Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.

Rennes: No more talking. No more guessing. Don't even think about nothing that's not right in front of you. That's the real challenge. You've gotta save yourselves from yourselves.

Holloway: What have we come to? It's so much worse than I thought.
Worth: Not really. Just more pathetic.

Worth: What do ya think?
Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left.

Worth: This is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. You think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck.

Quentin: Who do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger, but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats.

Quentin: For Christ's sake, Worth, what do you live for? Do you have a wife, or a girlfriend, or something?
Worth: Nope. I've gotta pretty fine collection of pornography.

Holloway: You've got a gift.
Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.

Quentin: I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze.