Melanie O'Conner: I think it's rotten, Mr. Marshall. The only reason you didn't get that job is 'cause they didn't give it to you.
Doris: So, how long have you known Suzanne?
Jack: Oh, about a month. Seems like longer, though.
Doris: I know what you mean. I'm her mother and it seems longer.
Brontë Mitchell Faure: We don't have to like each other. We just have to get married.
Pilot: Lieutenant, you guys are incredible. Thank you.
Curran: There's no reason to thank us because we don't exist. You never saw us. This never happened.
Hawkins: One more thing: you're welcome.
Ragueneau: No Cyrano. I lose my bet.
Le Bret: So much the better.
Audience: Montfleury! Montfleury.
Montfleury: Happy he... who far from court and city... Ah, how good... breathes the essence of the vernal wood, And who, when the breeze sings melodies.
Cyrano: Rogue! Didn't I order you off for a month?
Montfleury: What? Who's that?
Le Bret: Cyrano.
Ragueneau: I win.
Cyrano: King of fools. Off the stage.
Montfleury: Monsieur.
Rosalie Boca: We didn't do it. I swear to God we didn't. We found him outside, on the lawn.
Devo Nod: ...Right outside.
Rosalie Boca: ...He was lying there, someone had shot him, and thrown him on the lawn.
Nadja: Yeah, it was a mess.
Rosalie Boca: ...It was terrible. So we brought him inside and we... we put him in bed... and... yep... It must have been the Mafia.
Lt. Larry Schooner: Mafia?
Devo Nod: The Mafia.
Nadja: Yeah. Joey was Italian.
Rosalie Boca: He is Italian.
Devo Nod: He is Italian.
David Ackerman: You fucking lied to Garcia.
Nick Pulovski: I didn't lie to him. I just didn't tell him the truth.
