Callie: For the love of God.
Darkly Noon: Precisely.
Niko: The first thing God created was the journey, then came doubt, and nostalgia.
Bess Truman: I think like Harry - if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.
Shiho: Tidy up quickly and take that lunch box to Dad.
Shizuku: What?
Shiho: What do you mean by that tone? You're going to the library, right? Or shall I go instead? Then you can clean the toilet, the bathroom, and the entryway too, and go to the co-op for me. And take in the futons, do the shopping, and prepare dinner.
Shizuku: Goodbye.
David: We elect the officers and everything. It's socialism in action - not like the army back home.
Carl Panzram: Come on, you hoosier bastard. I could hang ten men in the time it's taking you to hang one.
Mieko Takeda: Nothing can stop them from finding and killing you.
Racine: So how did they screw up and leave me alive?
Mieko Takeda: Even monkeys fall out of trees.
Det. Rocco Klein: Errol. I thought you were dead.
Errol Barnes: I was. I came back.
Paul Benjamin: Slow down, huh?
Auggie Wren: That's what I recommend. You know how it is. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Time creeps in its petty pace.
Easy Rawlins: A man once told me that you step out of your door in the morning, and you are already in trouble. The only question is are you on top of that trouble or not?
Darius: Just think of aids as the guest that won't leave, the one we all hate. But you have to remember: Hey! It's still our party.
Edgar Alabaster: I don't like your attitude, sir. I've never liked it. I believe that you sneer in your heart.
Celine: If there's any kind of magic in this world... it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it's almost impossible to succeed... but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
Helen Hudson: He really wants us to think what he's doing is art.
Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
Luke: It's 1909 and you're alone with a young artist named Adolph. Do you kill him?
Mr. Shepherd: Women without children are the very best preservers of furniture.
Tom Sawyer: Muff's innocent Huck, we gotta help him.
Huck Finn: We ain't gotta do nothing.
Tom Sawyer: You'd let him hang for something he didn't do.
Huck Finn: It ain't no skin off my back.