Alsatia Zevo: Well, red usually means "Caution," or "Beef" if it's a bouillon cube.
Zuzu Bailey: Look, Daddy! Every time you hear a bell, a zombie takes a soul to hell.
Sylvie Cooper: The fact that Fred hated ever human except me really meant something.
Ed Leland: Forget about dying. You're not allowed to die.
Linda Voss: I've never seen you look scared before.
Ed Leland: I don't want to loose you. I want to be with you, always.
Linda Voss: Oh God, you wouldn't say that unless you were sure I was gonna die.
Nick: How did you feel when I told you Johnny Boz had died, that day at the beach?
Catherine: I felt somebody had read my book and was playing a game.
Nick: But you didn't hurt.
Catherine: No.
Nick: Because you didn't love him.
Catherine: That's right.
Nick: Even though you were fucking him.
Catherine: You still get the pleasure. Didn't you ever fuck anybody else while you were married, Nick?
Newton Davis: Half the things we tell ourselves are fiction.
Jobe Smith: You realise, Dr. Angelo, that my intelligence has surpassed yours.
Mrs. Burke: My husband walked into a corn field 15 years ago. He never came back.
Roland T. Flakfizer: I didn't know the meaning of the word "no," but he had it down pretty good.
Jack Eliot: We're not athletes, we're baseball players.
Captain Frank Sedman: What about Huxley? What is that?
Peter Sanderson: He was referring to a quote by Thomas Huxley, "The chessboard is the world... the rules of the game are what we call nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us but we know that his play is always fair, just, and patient. We also know that he never overlooks a mistake.
Bonnie Sherow: How could you let him sell you out? What about truth? Reality?
Tom Oakley: What about the way the old ending tested in Canoga Park? Everybody hated it. We reshot it, now everybody loves it. - That's reality.
Columbus: Why do you want to help me?
Santangel: Faith, hope, charity. But greater than all these is banking.
Jennifer: You were dead.
Doctor Evan Rendell: I'm not that good of a doctor.
Jack Kelson: Keep my name outta your mouth.
Veronica: How can you be so damn calm? I mean, your buddies back there just shot enough ammo at us to destroy Eastern Europe, and you're sitting here bitching at me about a goddamned seat belt?
Cesar Castillo: In the name of the Mambo, the Rumba, and the Cha cha cha.
Paul Maclean: Hello, Jess.
Jessie Burns: Hey, Paul.
Paul Maclean: How's your brother?
Jessie Burns: You both left him alone.
Paul Maclean: Well, I'm sorry about that. That was my fault.
Jessie Burns: Well, you're not forgiven.
Paul Maclean: Was Norman forgiven?
Jessie Burns: Norman's not funny.
Sidney Deane: Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody? For Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?