Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
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?
Jesse: Well, I was driving around with this buddy of mine, he was a big atheist, and we came to a stop, next to this homeless guy. And my buddy takes out a 100 dollar bill, and leans out the window, and he says, "Do you believe in God?" And the guy looks at my friend, and he looks at the money, he says, uh, "Yes, I do." My friend says, "Wrong answer", and we drove away.
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.
Helen Hudson: He really wants us to think what he's doing is art.
Art Dodge: For me there is only Rimbaud.
Liz Kerner: Rimbaud? Why?
Betty Kerner: Well, it's obvious. He's the original. I mean, Seagal and Van Damme are just cheap imitations.
Frank James: Hell of all the things I lost, I miss my mind the most.
Arthur: This is my last act as your King. Do not be afraid. All things change. I, Arthur of Camelot, command you now all... To fight! Fight! Fight like you've never fought before! Never surrender! Never surrender! Fight!
Doctor: Chow time, Doc.
Dr. Alfred Hathaway: So, what are we having this evening? Lobster florentine. Beef wellington. Perhaps grilled ahi on a bed of Belgian endive.
Doctor: No, your old favorite, Doc.
Dr. Alfred Hathaway: I hate meat loaf.
Danny: MY cushion.
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.
Miette: When you're born in the gutter you end up in the port.
Jude: The conservatives are effective. They do things. All we do is buy animal-friendly mascara.
Max Kirkpatrick: Please, Rita. Just cut me a little slack on space, OK.
Rita: No, no, no! You have run out of slacks, Max! No more slacks for you.
Lady Anne: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Richard III: But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Dr. Sarah Taylor: You just don't give up, do you?
Cliff Raddison: I'm Sisyphus with a hard-on.
Shannon Hamilton: You're sure you saw her get on?
T.S. Quint: Maybe she was getting off.
Carl Panzram: Come on, you hoosier bastard. I could hang ten men in the time it's taking you to hang one.