Stan: What a stupid conversation.
Noah Cross: 'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
Barb: I think the little buggers schnockered, son of a bitch.
Mrs. Hubbard: Don't you agree the man must have entered my compartment to gain access to Mr. Ratchett?
Princess Dragomiroff: I can think of no other reason, madame.
Vera Clyde: You are a bastard, aren't you?
Hugh Lombard: Yes. But I'm not a killer.