Carlos: You son of a bitch! How could you do this? Friendship is the only choice in life you can make that's yours! You can't choose your family, God damn it - I've had to face that! And no man should be judged for whatever direction his dick goes - that's like blaming a compass for pointing north, for Christ's sake! Friendship is all we have! We chose each other. How could you fuck it up? How could you make us look so bad?
Heather Chandler: Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Damn good riding with you, Chavez.
Chavez: Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right.
Crash Davis: This son of a bitch is throwing a two-hit shutout. He's shaking me off. You believe that shit? Charlie, here comes the deuce. And when you speak of me, speak well.
Alfredo: I choose my friends for their looks, my enemies for their intelligence.
Arnold Epstein: You're a witness. You're always standing around watching what's happening, scribbling in your book what other people do. You have to get in the middle of it. You have to take sides. Make a contribution to the fight. Any fight. The one you believe in.
Jaime Escalante: Do you want me to do it for you?
Pancho: Yes.
Jaime Escalante: You're supposed to say no.
Daisy: I fucked up.
Charles Gordon Windsor, Jr.: Yeah... but you gave it a 100% effort.
Channard Cenobite: And to think... I hesitated.
Mrs. Darcy: Broaden your minds - have another beer. Have two.
Mrs. Pell: If you're ever in Des Moines, don't send me a postcard.
Setsuko: Why do fireflies have to die so soon?
Preston Tucker: What's the difference, fifty or fifty million? That's only machinery. It is the idea that counts, Abe, and the dream. (01:43:53)
Barry: Tell me something I-I'm curious. How do you dial a phone with a straitjacket on?
Col. James Braddock: Walk or crawl, we're gonna make it.