Record Company Executive: Your fans are gospel folk, Johnny. They're Christians, and they don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: Then they ain't Christians.
Bar Amand: The Messiah has come! A man was dead but now he lives.
Uriah: I was crippled, and now I walk.
Old Aram: I was blind, and now I see.
Soldier: Who has done this?
Old Aram: The man called Jesus.
Paul Castellano: Johnny's problem is that he's a street Neapolitan, huh? Always scheming. Worse than the Sicilians.
Patsy Cline: I can't stand it. Makes me want to scream and claw my face.
AC Craney: People don't want heart Dick, they want wins.
Rupert Potter: Our daughter is famous, Helen. You're the only person who doesn't know it.
American journalist: If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be?
Edith Piaf: Love.
American journalist: To a young girl?
Edith Piaf: Love.
American journalist: To a child?
Edith Piaf: Love.
Mario Ruoppolo: Your smile spreads like a butterfly.
Lord Melbourne: Your Highness, there's your opening if you'll take my advice...
Prince Albert: Lord Melbourne, forgive me but you seem to have confused me with a member of your club. I am not your drinking companion nor your whist partner. I am the husband of your sovereign. And as such, I will make my own decisions, and I neither seek nor invite your advice. Good evening.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Ernesto Che Guevara: Homeland or death.
Muddy Waters: You and me not gonna wake up every morning and get everything we want. Mostly we got to take what come. And half the time, that's gonna be a bunch of bullshit.
P.L. Travers: I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead?
Marcus Luttrell: I don't know.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead?
Marcus Luttrell: Not yet.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right?
Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.
Allen Ginsberg: Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever./And if you try to let them go... /They only circle back and return to you./They become part of who you are.
Lucien Carr: ...or they destroy you.
Mark Baum: I don't get it. Why are they confessing?
Danny Moses: They're not confessing.
Porter Collins: They're bragging.
Prisoner: Long Live Stalin!
Soldier: Stalin's Dead! Malenkov's in charge!
Prisoner: Long live Malenk...[shot].
Tonya Harding: There's no such thing as truth. It's bullshit. Everyone has their own truth, and life just does whatever the fuck it wants.
Dr. Eric Price: I do not believe in anything I cannot see or study.