Goon: What the fuck is this?
[Picks up a bowling ball hesitatingly.]
The Dude: Obviously you're not a golfer.
Lieutenant Danny Roman: A quick lesson in lying. See, this is what us real cops do: We study liars. Example: If I ask you a question about something visual, like your favorite color, your eyes go up and to the left. Neurophysiology tells us your eyes go in that direction, because you're accessing the visual cortex. So you're telling the truth. If your eyes go up and right, you're accessing the brain's creative centers and we know you're full of shit.
Coach Willis: You're not much into sports.
Casey: I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased.
Coach Willis: "Being chased." I like that.
Allison: I should have my head examined again.
Sally Owens: Louis L'amour, who, by the way, was not a foreigner! He was from North Dakota, you asshole.
Gregory Stark: Is this your kid?
Steve Arlo: Nope. Just a rental.
Michael McDonnell, gas station attendant: Someone's in the back... seat.
Reiko Asakawa: So that video is.
Ryuji Takayama: It's not of this world. It's Sadako's fury. And she's put a curse on us.
Suzie: I can't believe you called Sam. What's the matter with you?
Suzie: I'm scared, that's what I'm scared, there's no-one to trust.
Kelly Van Ryan: You can trust me.
Norman Bates: A boy's best friend is his mother.
Jack Ames: Fuck you.
Harry Ross: Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
Jack Ames: Him too.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?
Special Agent Dana Scully: I have. I did. It's done.
Daphne Blake: What I need is a real, live ghost.
Velma Dinkley: That's an oxymoron, Daph.
Inspector Frank Bumstead: So Husselbeck, what kind of killer do you think stops to save a dying fish?
Tyrell: Don't get her started all right. It's a long fucked up story and you probably won't believe it anyway. All I know is that this is the worst vacation of my life. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm fucking horny and I ain't seen one goddamn psycho killer.
David Leigh, The Filmmaker: At 10 PM, in what will be the last broadcast, Fact or Fiction goes live.
Charles Morritz: What do you do when the thing you most wanted, so perfect, just comes?
Jason: I guess he's still in the slammer.
Claudia: In the slammer?
Jason: Yeah, the sculptor across the way beat up his wife last night.
Claudia: You're kidding.
Antonio: Jason sicced the cops on him.
Claudia: Oh, so this isn't just cheap thrills. It's in the public interest.
Jason: Call me citizen voyeur.
Claudia: So, if he gonna come after you?
Jason: No, I don't think so. He doesn't know I called the cops, and I didn't give my name to 911.