Customer Muhammed: Terri... what you need is a real man. A Muslim man.
William Travis: One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
Ramtha: Do I think you're bad? I don't think you're bad. Do I think you're good? I don't think you're good either. I think you're God.
Manech (13 Years Old): Do I stink of fish?
Staff Sgt. Oberron: Listen. No cars, no planes... no birds. That's what the first men heard. That's what the last men will hear... just the wind blowing through the trees, and the world turning.
Jeffrey Tobin: If there was a statewide recount, under every scenario, Gore won the election.
Narrator: It won't matter, just so long as all of your daddy's friends on the Su-preme Court vote the right way.
Ellis Moonsong: Why do things that start off so promisingly always have a way of ending up in the dump?
Melinda: Not for everyone.
Ellis Moonsong: Well, for anybody with any imagination. You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.
Zenon Kar: That's ridiculous. You're not old until you hit 30.
Proto Zoa: I'm 31.
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Jordan Cahill: You can't blame the location, you can only blame yourself. The suburbs are just a state of mind.
Celine: There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much.
Pappass: Places change like people change.
The Dragon: Ask me two questions, wizard, and I will give you the answers.
Ged: Isn't it usually three?
The Dragon: Yes, but with that you're back to two.
Penny Travis: Is there such a thing as the human heart, now there's the better question.
Tim Travis: Well, if you listen closely, you can hear 'em breaking.
John Ambrose Fauntroy: Dear friends, the colored is not ready for freedom. To free him is to make him an orphan. Liberty would be a great curse to the race.
Carl Colt: [Enters betting shop.] Twenty pounds to win, Ajay Bhatt.
Vijay: Hold on, isn't he playing your brother?
Bookmaker: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Carl Colt: Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.
Jason Bourne: We don't have a choice.
Marie: Yes you do.