Michael Jennings: Look, don't worry about the FBI. We all know they couldn't find a hooker in a whorehouse anyway.
Johnny McFarley: Hey Peaches, want some ribs?
Dorothy Parker: I'll wear my heart on my sleeve like a wet, red stain.
Yvonne Biasi: Who wants ice cream on their pie? Who wants pie?
Ryan Gaerity: I've come here to create a new country for you called chaos, and a new government called anarchy.
Mark Van Doren: Why don't you just put it in the bank Charlie? That's what I've always done with my prize money.
Charles Van Doren: It's just, you don't understand dad, it's, there are all sorts of tax implications.
Mark Van Doren: You Think I can't understand the concept of taxes.
Charles Van Doren: At this level it's a bit more complicated.
Mark Van Doren: And at my level? I never thought of myself as having a level. What level might that be?
Jake Heke: I bought seafood today - bloody everything! Just wanted to put a smile on her face. Think she'd let me? Not a chance. All I said was that I got laid off. Anybody would've thought I'd told her my prick had dropped off.
Tony Hoyle: Let the law take these guys down. You know, sometimes the law works.
Paul Kersey: And sometimes it doesn't! These people, they steal, they murder, they destroy people's lives and they get away with it! They have alibis, money, lawyers, power. They have everything.
Silas Crow: My name is Silas Crow. I'm 18-years-old. For a year, me and Frank Fencepost been trying to get into this mechanic school. First, they tell us we gotta write a story. Something about something we know. Well, for a long time I couldn't find one, I mean, lots of stuff goes on here, but I couldn't see it as stuff you'd write down.
Heather: Barry, I saw you, you were kissing her.
Barry: Once, I kissed her once! God, it's like I can't talk to my friends anymore, I can't believe how posessive you are.
Heather: Oh right, I guess that's why you were feeling her up?
Barry: Look, guys need sex. It's bad for you if you get all worked up and then not get it, you can get "prostrate" cancer. Is that what you want?
John Trent: Your books suck.
Fiona: Why does he run from me?
Tadhg: Why do you chase him?
Tadhg: He's my little brother! He's lost out there.
Tadhg: He's not lost... he's just with another branch of the family.
Francesco Dellamorte: I should have known it. The rest of the world doesn't exist.
Felix Cortez: What would you say if I promised you that I would reduce the cocaine shipments to your country by half?
James Cutter: I'd say you were using too much of your own product.
Vincent Eastman: We weren't a family. We were a corporation. With a kid.