Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Nico Toscani: You guys think you're above the law... well you ain't above mine.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college.
Michael: Let her go.
Mr. Big: Shut up! Don't you talk to me. You shut up.
Camille Claudel: You're wrong to think it's about you. You're a sculptor, Rodin, not a sculpture. You ought to know. I am that old woman with nothing on her bones. And the aging young girl... that's also me. And the man is me too. Not you. I gave him my toughness. He gave me his emptiness in return. There you are... three times me. The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness.
Rabbi: That is blasphemy.
Jesus: Didn't they tell you? I am the saint of blasphemy. Don't make any mistakes, I didn't come here to bring peace, I came to bring a sword.
Rabbi: Talking like that will get you killed.
Jesus: Me, killed? Listen to me. This temple will be torn down in three days, torn down to the ground.
Dargent Peytraud: Ahh, Doctor Alan! Why are you in Haiti, Doctor Alan?
Dennis Alan: It says there on the passport I'm a tourist. I came to see the sights.
Dargent Peytraud: Yes, happy happy happy island people! Then why visit an insane asylum?
Dennis Alan: I'm an anthropologist, it's a tax write off. Hope you're not with the IRS.