Mark Watson: Mom! Dad! There's something I have to tell you... I'm black.
Uncle Pomme: The earth speaks to all of us, and if we listen, we can understand.
Fielding: Father, he's done this penance long enough, and well, the other brothers think the same.
Gabriel: But he doesn't think so, John. Until he does, neither do I.
Tommy: I went to go cremate Jason but I fucked up.
Deputy Rick: You got that right.
Shaka: Never leave an enemy behind or it will rise again to fly at your throat.
Brian Stimpson: It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand.
Norman Bates: Conservative clothes never go out of style.
Nancy: Boring, Sidney, Boring.
Seymour: It's true! I chopped him up. But I didn't kill him.
Fidget: I'm going! I'm going! I'm going.
Duckie: This is a really volcanic ensemble you're wearing, it's really marvelous.
Stanley: Jesus, how horny can you get?
Eugene: I don't know. What's the highest score?
Knotcher: Good morning, boys and girls, I have an announcement. One of special interest to you military personnel. Little Dougie Masters has regretfully been denied admission to the Air Force Academy. Too bad. [Laughs] He would have looked cute in his little uniform and haircut, marching around with with the other fairies. [Notices a highly irate Doug standing outside the microphone room] What's the matter, flybaby?
Mark Kaminsky: Because of you a lot of people are dead. And now it's your turn.
Rudy Tyler: Don't worry about a thing, Max, ol' Rudy knows this arm like the back of his hand.
Betty: I hear the voices in my head.
Laura J. Kelly: Don't lose him.
Tom Logan: I'm not going to lose him. Where is he?