Gene Kranz: I don't care about what anything was *designed* to do. I care about what it *can* do.
Ace Rothstein: Now you need approval from him to go home?
Ginger: So what? So who fucking blew you in the parking lot before you came in, huh?
Ace Rothstein: You make me sick, you fuck. Once a fuckin' hooker, always a hooker.
Ginger: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! Fuck you.
Ratcliffe: Shoot! [As Thomas runs by, he trips and accidentally fires his gun, almost hitting Ratcliffe in between the legs.] Them, you idiot!
King Charles II: Love was the only thing not asked of you. Indeed it was the only thing expressly forbidden of you.