Reggie Kray: A paranoid schizophrenic walks into a bar.
Kaulder: One means nothing. Two, a coincidence. Three, trouble.
Carol Aird: Harge, I want you to be happy. I didn't give you that. I failed you. We both could have given more, but... we gave each other Rindy. And that is the most breathtaking, the most generous, of gifts.
Dusty Mayron: Hey, are you Roger?
Cool Dad: Nope.
Agent Katherine Cowles: Dr. Clancy, before we go upstairs, with all due respect, I don't hold an ounce of confidence in the paranormal in general. I think it's a sham. I hope that's okay.
John Clancy: No problem at all. I feel the same about shrinks. After only one thing, your money. They'll take your whole hand.
Agent Katherine Cowles: Whoever said that has obviously never met a good one.
John Clancy: It was Sigmund Freud.
Lt. General Frank Benson: Never tell a soldier that he does not know the cost of war.
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade. I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work, you turned into a good person.
Bartok: There will be times where we are powerless to injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
Sue Storm: Music is just a series of altered patterns. The musician creates the pattern and makes us anticipate a resolution... then holds back. Makes you wait for it. There's patterns in everything and everyone.
Mortdecai: Your mother and father only met once, and money changed hands. Probably less than a 20, and they say she was dressed as a man at the time.
Phil: Man loses his wife, he's a widower. Child loses a parent, they're an orphan. But losing a child... there is no word for this. And it shouldn't be.
James Donovan: Aren't you worried?
Rudolf Abel: Would it help?
Scott Lang: Pick on someone your own size.
Boone: I'm actually starting to miss my wife's cooking.
Stubby Bill: Shit, I'm actually startin' to miss your wife.
Fat Amy: Listen, I don't want you guys to fight. You're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bhloe and everyone loves a good Bhloe.
Victoria Lasseter: Cherry Progressive, listen. Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached.
Mike Howell: Is that a lyric from something?
Edith Cushing: You're monsters. Both of you.
Lucille Sharpe: Funny. That's the last thing Mother said, too.
Peeta Mellark: Your favorite color is green. Real or not real?
Katniss Everdeen: Real. Your favorite color is orange; Not a bright orange, but a soft orange, like the sunset.
Peeta Mellark: Thank you.