Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
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?
Prison Guard: Your painting privileges have been removed.
Doc: Why?
Prison Guard: I don't know.
Bobby James: Get the goons with the fruit.
H.G. Wells: This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.
Amy Robbins: Scottish?
H.G. Wells: McDougall's.
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.
Tatiana Donskaya: One day you will come to Moscow and you will see a clean subway.
Captain Mike Turner: In times of real trouble, the one thing man can depend on is the sympathy of the bank.