Troy Dyer: He's the reason Cliffs Notes were invented.
Troy Dyer: I'm picking up some very strange vibes. They're of the I-just-got-laid variety.
Lelaina Pierce: I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.
Troy Dyer: Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23 is yourself.
Lelaina Pierce: I don't know who that is anymore.
Troy Dyer: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her.
Michael Grates: Have I stepped over some line in the sands of coolness with you? Because excuse me if somebody doesn't know the secret handshake with you.
Troy Dyer: There's no secret handshake. There's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake.
Troy Dyer: Well fuck me for being nice.
Lelaina Pierce: I'd like to somehow make a difference in people's lives.
Troy Dyer: And I... I would like to buy them all a Coke.
Lelaina Pierce: And you wonder why we never got involved?
Troy Dyer: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.
Bruce Kenner: I am starting to use my head again.
Ishmael Chambers: I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.
Lars Nystrom: Do I look like a rapist?
Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?
Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.
Costa: Come on, Illeana, you didn't fall for James Costa. Someone as beautiful and powerful as you doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer. Okay?
Jolly the Pimp: Rules are rules and this is a place where we make love, not war.
Jack Conroy: Is there any good reason why we can't just bury him here? I don't think he'll know the difference.
Alex Larson: I gave him my word.
Jack Conroy: What's his name?
Grey Beaver: Mia Tuk.
Jack Conroy: What's that mean?
Grey Beaver: White Fang.
Alex Larson: Belinda! Feed the dogs.
Jack Conroy: Man, you're romantic, aren't you?
Jack Conroy: Come on Alex, kiss her! I won't look.
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