Gary: This is all a dream?
Margaret: No.
Gary: I'm in a coma?
Margaret: No.
Gary: I'm dead? This is hell or purgatorium or something?
Margaret: Okay, purgatorium is where Romans vomited, but no, this is as real as anything can be.
Gary: What does that mean?
Margaret: Everything is what it is. You're not who you think you are.
John Farley: You have a father?
Mr. Woodcock: Of course I have a father, Farley, I'm not Jesus.
Dennis: I can lose weight, but you'll always be an asshole!
Bill: They hate that I'm working at their bank. I hate that I'm working at their bank.
Hannibal Lecter: I thought you would be bigger. I put your face on every bully I've ever hurt.
Hank Deerfield: That's how you fight monsters. You lure them in close to you, you look them in the eye, you smack them down.
David Sanders: You fight a lot of monsters?
Hank Deerfield: Yeah.
David Sanders: You win?
Hank Deerfield: If I didn't I'd have been crushed, right?
Tad Gruzsa: You know why you're here.
Tim Kearney: Probably cuz you want me to roll over on somebody, right?
Tad Gruzsa: Wrong, we don't want you to roll over on somebody. We want you to be somebody.
Tim Kearney: That's what my mom used to say.
Deputy Billy Kitka: You know, Beau's not so bad. Why'd you bother writing him up?
Sheriff Eben Oleson: He lives all alone out there on the south ridge. A little citation now and then lets him know he's a part of this town.
Lord Asriel: I wouldn't recommend the Tokay, gentlemen, it's corked.
Jack: This isn't Paris. This is hell.
Prior: Someone want to tell me what the fuck he's talking about?
McKay: He thinks we're being stalked by dead Nazis.
Jordan: Ghosts?
McKay: I didn't get shot by some fucking spectral entity, here. These things are solid.
Hunt: But the one that killed Cotter vanished right in front of us.
McKay: So why don't they swoop down here like God's own wrath and take us out right here and now, then, eh?
Hunt: I don't know. Maybe God's not in on this miracle.