Tom Farrell: Let's get out of here.
Susan Atwell: My date's not going to like that much. But what the hell, his wife will be delighted.
Harry Angel: I know who I am.
Mike: You see, in my trade, this is called - what you did - you cracked out of turn. Huh? You see? You crumbed the play.
Cathy: Christopher, what is it?
Chris: A copy of Grandfather's will. It's 2 months old. It says if it was ever proven Mom had children from her first marriage, even after he's dead, she'd be disinherited.
Cathy: Mother's known all this time that we could never be found.
Chris: She never meant for us to leave that attic.
H.I.: Do you ever get the feeling that there's something... Powerful pressing down on you?
Glen: Yes, I know that feeling. I told Dot to lose some weight but she don't wanna listen.
Max: Say, listen Doc, I got a new theory about all these suicides. Right?
Dr. Neil Gordon: Don't hold back on us, Max. We need all the help we can get.
Max: It's fucked up chromosomes, man. Think about it. All their parents dropped acid during the sixties.
Dr. Neil Gordon: Well, it beats Simm's theory. She thinks it's nothing but sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.
Max: Shit. That's what keeps people alive.
Sandy Brozinsky: Look, Frank. We're not just jerking you around. Some guys are after us because one of them stole a virus that's gonna kill and destroy all the plants and all the trees all the way around. We stole it back, so now they're gonna kill us. You get it?
Frank: Jesus. The sixties sure were good to you, weren't they?
Lauren Ames: Frank, that's right. Think back to the sixties. People did things for each other.
Frank: They were wasted.
Thomas Rogers - Servant: Dinner will be served at eight o clock.
Miss Emily Caroline Brent: That's late.