Richard Roth: Hi. Richard Roth. Don't call me 'Dick'.
Robert Wiener: Robert Wiener. Don't call me 'Dick', either.
Marion: Was Goliath a real name?
Karl Scott: He was a giant, a bully. A boy knocked him down with a slingshot. Everyone knows the story of Karl and Goliath.
Pinhead: All problems solved? Not so simple, I'm afraid.
Lily: Isn't sugar better than vinegar?
Tim: Are you with me here, altar boy?
Kate Filmore: This guy sure moves quickly, he's just gone.
Ben Carpenter: Megalo-who?
Bruce: Christ on a bike.
Sgt. David Tate: Don't call me 'sir', all right? I'm a sergeant, I work for a living.
Detective Arango: Hey McCaleb! We don't need your doughnuts... or your shit! We've got enough of our own.
Pero: Please, your honor I'm here to confess. That man is innocent. Your honor I can no longer live with the guilt. It was me who was stealing that car, I confess. My brother Cosimo, Saint Cosimo as he's known on the streets, was only trying to stop me. And I told him, 'Cosimo, I need to steal this car, I'm a car thief, I steal cars... by myself.'.
Rheya Kelvin: I can't remember how I got here. Did I come here with you?
Chris Kelvin: I don't know how you got here.
Rheya Kelvin: What do you mean?
Chris Kelvin: I woke up and you were here.
Tony Wilson: What's wrong with London Records?
Rob Gretton: The name, for a start.
Jakob Elinsky: What do we say to him?
Frank Slaughtery: We say nothin'. The guy's going to hell for seven years, what are going do wish him luck?
Freddie: Barry! You fuckin' ponce! You think you can just smash my machines?
Barry Ryan: Freddy, you fuckin' ferret. I jus' did, didn' I?
