June: It is impossible to say Goodbye to someone you love. It is easier to say 'See ya Later... may be in heaven'.
Mercedes: Congratulations, baby. Tonight you could've gotten laid, but instead you got fucked.
Dr. Perry Lyman: I stopped trying to be anything. I accepted myself in all my human disorder. You might wanna do the same.
Walter Abrams: I will match my dysfunctional childhood and Tony's against yours, any day of the week.
Walter Abrams: My father, five foot, arms like this... he had a cock like a Hebrew National.
Walter Abrams: I even looked at him the wrong way... he smacked across the room like Jake LaMotta.
Walter Abrams: By the time I was five, he yelled at me so much, I thought my name was Asshole.
Zachary Beaulieu 15 à 21 ans: I want to be like everyone else.
Madame Chose: Thank God, you never will.
Crystal Falls: You really don't care what people think, do you?
Dean Stiffle: No, I really don't.
Crystal Falls: That's a nice trick.
Dean Stiffle: Thanks, I studied in the far east.
Crystal Falls: Maybe you can show me how it's done?
Dean Stiffle: Step one? Years of ridicule.
Hollywood Henderson: Katelin.
Katelin Kingsford: Et tu, Hollywood?
Michael Beardsley: Does not complaining about the move from San Diego count as my good dead for today?
Frank Beardsley: I'd sign off on that.
Gregory: Can I give you some advice?
Donald Morton: Can I humanly stop you?
Gregory: Stick with the group. Compared to us, you're a god. And, uh, next to Isabelle, which you will never be again, you don't come off so hot.
Drew Baylor: In that moment, I knew success, not greatness, was the only god the world served.
Rose Feller: Was I unfriendly?
Simon Stein: No. Not compared to, say, Stalin.
John Bell: You were always a sound sleeper.
Kristin Richards: You may not remember.
Elena Sandoval: But you'll never forget.
Julian Noble: I'm as serious as an erection problem.
Hatsumomo: I was a maiko once.
Sayuri Nitta: Oh, of course. But that was a long, long, long, long time ago.
Steve Coogan: Womb with a view.
Father Malone: We're the children of murderers. All of us. Wayne, Castle, Williams, Malone.
Kathy Williams: But we haven't done anything.
Spooner: Yeah, keep my father out of this. We from Chicago.
Special Agent Derrick Vann: I'm gonna check the front of my car. If it smells like ass, I'm gonna beat you like a runaway slave.