Inspektor: You have no idea who you are?
Benjamin: We are journalists! We can't do this. It is unethical... and insane.
Simon: It would be a pleasure to personally catch him.
Benjamin: By ourselves. By ourselves. We don't even have any weapons.
Simon: If I gave you a gun, would you know how to use it?
Benjamin: No.
Simon: Then what the fuck are you complaining about?
Duck: I told you. The moment you start drinking that Bosnian brandy, the devil's sitting in the corner, just laughing.
Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
Jamie Ashen: Remember: whatever happens, don't scream.
Ram Shankar Nikumbh: Lf you fancy racing, breed racehorses, dammit, not children.
Arthur: Woody Guthrie was dead, Little Richard was becoming a preacher, so whether you're a folksinger or a Christian, Rock'n'Roll was the devil.
Guy: I was going to tell you everything eventually.
Eddie Lorenzo: A man's gonna do anything for his family.
Rachel: We can all survive Simon, you just don't have to look so damn sad doing it.
Lady Murasaki: They will call it murder.
Hannibal Lecter: At worst a crime of passion.
Dennis: I can lose weight, but you'll always be an asshole!
Turner Claymore: Here at Berm-Tech we offer you a handshake, whether you have hands, hooks, or flippers.