Marion Harrington: I'm pregnant.
Richard Harrington: I smoke pot?.
Ed: Listen to me, dude, I'm having a really fucked-up, really wet, very bad fucking day.
Pete: Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?
Beaver: Well there's trim there.
Pete: Oh, Beaver.
Scott 'Scotty' Braddock: I'm serious... You want to play cock of the walk, bro?
Deaundre 'Double D' Davis: Why do I think you want to call me something else? You want to call me something else, Scotty? 'Cause I don't think you get it. I can see you thinking it, whether you say it or not.
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Chloe: It was the only way to help him stop.
Miranda: Stop what?
Chloe: Stop fucking me.
Eun-ju: Do you know what's really scary? You want to forget something. Totally wipe it off your mind. But you never can. It can't go away, you see. And... and it follows you around like a ghost.
The Bishop: They came only to see, from the east and from the west, from the city and from the plain. They came not, in holy reverence to the lord, but in lust.
Jim: Where's that scary albino when you need him?
Michael Corvin: I want to stay with you.
Le tueur: You drive a woman crazy. You little slut.
Mrs. Gibbons: Brian, I think you'd better go check that barbecue.
Captain Spaulding: You miserable motherfucker, I ought to leap over this counter and bash your fuckin' balls in.
Killer Karl: All right, Tippy! Hand over the cash box, and I might leave your brains inside your skull.
Captain Spaulding: Well, I'll tell you what, Ski King. Why don't you just take your Mama home some chicken and then I won't have to stuff my boot all up in your ass.
Killer Karl: I don't like chicken! And I hate clowns.
Thomas Garrett: Oh, women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live with 'em.
Evan: Okay, you guys go, and we'll just stay here, Francine and.
Scott: And get high.
Evan: Yeah... so?
Harrison: I'll fuckin' finish you off faster than a fuckin' birthday cake at a fat chick's fuckin' birthday party.
Shiori Kitano: The thing people fear most isn't dying, it's being forgotten.
Matt: Batten, see what that was.
Officer Batten: No, you go see.
Matt: I outrank you.
Officer Batten: Lead by example and see what it was.
Shack: This ever-clear is kicking my ass.