Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
John Rolfe: She weaves all things together.
Fender : Welcome to Robot City. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. And if you can't make it there, welcome to the club.
Elliot Wilhelm: When are you going to call me?
Chili Palmer: When your phone rings.
Tobin Keller: You lose somebody, you lose somebody. I don't wanna lose two somebodies.
Holly: Hey, there's something down here.
Audrey Billings: You said if I needed anything.
Frank Martin: I can't.
Audrey Billings: Why, because of who I am?
Frank Martin: Because of who I am.
Ben Mitchell: How much do you want for this?
Mick Taylor: I'm not gonna charge ya, you stupid bastard. Did you hear that?"How much"! Ha ha ha.
Chanel: I know Botox Barbie didn't just call me ignorant.
Big Betty: You call that dancing? Last time I danced like that I ended up with twins.
Mayor Buckman: Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm: Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
Pickle Factory boss: Writer huh? Are you sure?
Henry Chinaski: No, I'm not. I'm halfway through a novel.
Pickle Factory boss: What's it about?
Henry Chinaski: Everything.
Pickle Factory boss: It's about... cancer?
Henry Chinaski: Yes.
Pickle Factory boss: How about my wife?
Henry Chinaski: She's in there too.
Emily Barnes: If there's anything that I know, it's that love is infinite. You can always make more when you need it. And just because you wanna give some to somebody else, doesn't mean that you'll take any away from me.
Hooker (Janet Moran): Oi. You doing business, do it somewhere else, love. This pavement's got my name on it.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: And what, pray, is your name? Concrete?
Hooker (Janet Moran): My name is scratch your eyes out, and bite your bleed'n nose off. Which is what I'll do if you don't get off my patch.
Mr. Silky String: She giving you trouble, sir?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Oh, no trouble at all. We were just exchanging names.
Joaquin: Woah! How did you learn to fight like that?!
Alejandro: Prison changes a man.
Mr. Marks: Do I smell the revolting stench of self-esteem?