Inspector Todd: Don't think, Axel! It makes my dick itch!
Mouna Khalil: This feels like Syria.
The Lady Chablis: Stop telling me what to do. I want to propose a toast. "From my top to your bottom. From your bottom to my top. From my middle to your middle. Be good John and I just might give you a little.
Frank: Did it ever occur to you, to try to work for a living? Take down your own scores?
Unnamed Detective: OK, fuck this guy.
Urrizi: I'll tell you something, I'm gonna be on your ass so much, you're gonna get careless. And on that day I'm gonna be in that place.
Frank: And that, is the last place that you wanna be. 'Cause no matter what happens, I will never, ever take a pinch from a greasy motherfucker like you.
Reggie Kray: A paranoid schizophrenic walks into a bar.
Chalmers: Ross.
Bennet: Albert Edward Renick, used car salesman, Chicago.
Chalmers: Who's Renick?
Bullitt: He was the man who was shot in the Hotel Daniels. You sent us to guard the wrong man, Mr. Chalmers.
Peter Hartman: Oh, for Christ's sake, DaSilva! Come off this cop on the beat mentality! Your wife left you for it! Wasn't that enough.
Frank White: From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn.
James Barr: There's this guy. He's a kind of cop, at least he used to be. He doesn't care about proof, he doesn't care about the law, he only cares about what's right. He knows what I did. You can't protect me. No one can.
Jane: How about a rain check?
Frank: Well, let's just stick to dinner.
Lonnie Laloush: Walk faster Finger Blaster.
Father Sibeal MacManus: Exactly, what do you intend to do?
Murphy MacManus: Every last motherfucker that had anything to do with it.
Police Chief Hubbard: What's this man doing here?
Axel Foley: Bleeding, sir.
Jack the Ripper: I shall tell you where we are. We're in the darkest region of the human brain, a radiant abyss where men go to find themselves.
Netley: I don't understand, sir.
Jack the Ripper: Hell, Netley. We are in hell.
Alfred: You are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. I swore to them that I would protect you, and I haven't.
Police Inspector: Doctors... Lawyers... Never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million. What can a slumdog possibly know?
Jamal Malik: The answers.
Dick Harper: Son of a bitch.
Jane Harper: That fucker.
Dick Harper: Hon, language.