Cyrus: Can you dig it?!
Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Peewee: Nobody fucks with the Baldies.
Abraz: Bullshit. Who sent you here, boy? Did that chickenshit asshole Raphael send you, boy?
Chance the Gardener: No. Mr. Thomas Franklin told me I must leave the old man's house. He's dead, you know.
Abraz: Dead, my ass. You tell that asshole, if he got somethin' to tell me, to get his ass down here himself! You got that, boy?
Bull Meechum: I am Santini, the Great Santini.
Bull Meechum: I come from behind the moon, out of the dark, unannounced.
Bull Meechum: Watch out.
Prison Guard: Your painting privileges have been removed.
Doc: Why?
Prison Guard: I don't know.
Hippy: The draft is white people sending black people to make war on the yellow people to defend the land they stole from the red people.
Bobby James: Get the goons with the fruit.
Dad: I dreamed all last night, that everyone I ever sold a car to came back for a refund. And there you were, handing out the checks! One for you, and one for you.
Wendall: I'm gonna get me a bottle of tequila and find me one of them Keno girls that can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and just kinda kick back.
Eddie Schuman: Ever since Kennedy and Castro, you can't get a good cigar in America.
Albert: I don't know about this, Sam. Those fires look awfuly close and they're getting closer.
Sam: Just think of your pension.
Albert: I am thinking about it. I'm thinking about how I'm gonna live to collect it.
Tatiana Donskaya: One day you will come to Moscow and you will see a clean subway.
Yin Chu: Golden Arm is as good as they say. With just his bare arms, he beat all of us. And if he had weapons.
Iron Feet Yang Hu Yun: Golden Arm never uses weapons. He claims he doesn't need them, and that using his bare arms is best. And, he's probably right.
Terry 'The Toad' Fields: Oh, come on, look at me, I'm a free man! The war is over, and I win.
Wally Stanton: I see that you're keeping up with the Agatha Christie affair. Tell me, do you think that she is dead? Everyone seems to.
Agatha Christie: They do, don't they?
Wally Stanton: That is all except her husband. I read this morning that he offered five hundred pounds for information. What do you think?
Agatha Christie: Perhaps that is all she is worth.
LAPD Captain: Any man who gives up his gun to some punk is a coward. Any man who does can kiss his badge goodbye, if I can help it. You're policemen. Put your trust in God.