Det. Rocco Klein: Errol. I thought you were dead.
Errol Barnes: I was. I came back.
Prince Malagant: They say this was once the greatest castle ever built. Now moss grows in the hall where kings once feasted, and peasants cart away the mighty walls stone by stone to make shelters for their pigs. Hah! Such is glory.
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.
Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
Maya: All women are princesses, it is our right.
Calvin Fuller: Look, Your Majesty, I don't want to insult you or anything, but are you nuts? This isn't the castle. This is the real, in-your-face, carjacking, drive-by-shooting, kill-you-for-your-Reeboks street life.
Sarah: There's a dead body in my bed and it smells like shit and it looks even worse. And if you don't get your ass up here now, my Daddy's gonna lay you down next to her. I swear to fucking God.
John Walton: Didn't I teach you anything? This business is built on common sense and hard work. There's no such thing as a sure thing.
Suzanne Stone Maretto: You're not anybody in America unless you're on TV. On TV is where we learn about who we really are. Because what's the point of doing anything worthwhile if nobody's watching? And if people are watching, it makes you a better person.
Lucille: I'm not shooting for a "successful" relationship at this point, I'm just looking for something that will prevent me from throwing myself in front of a bus. I'm keeping my expectations very very low.
Rumbo: Hey. Hey! What's going on?
Young Fluke: I guess I was dreaming.
Rumbo: You were what?
Young Fluke: Uh, dreaming. I was seeing pictures inside my head.
Rumbo: Pictures ain't got no business being inside your head. Next time you just growl and chase 'em away.
Young Fluke: Rumbo, have you always been a dog?
Rumbo: What you talkin' about? What else could I have been?
Young Fluke: I don't know. A human.
Rumbo: A two-legger? Me?
Brodie: You're giving up? You? You used to be stand-up guy, what happened to him? The guy who punched Amanda Gross' mother after she called him "low class."
T.S. Quint: That wasn't me. It was you.
Brodie: Oh, yeah.
T.S. Quint: And it wasn't her mother, it was her grandmother.
Brodie: No wonder the bitch went down so fast.
Reginald Anson: Pleasant enough sort of place, isn't it?
George Garrad: I suppose so, considering it's Wales.
Junior Healy: I'm getting out.
Ben Healy: You can't just get out of a moving vehicle.
Junior Healy: Well anything's better than listening to this lecture.
Edgar Alabaster: I don't like your attitude, sir. I've never liked it. I believe that you sneer in your heart.
Gilbert Sipes: Go play your banjo, Goober.
Mary MacGregor: Robert, there is more. I am carrying a child and I do not know who is the father."
Robert Roy MacGregor: Ach, Mary.
Mary MacGregor: I could not kill it, husband.
Robert Roy MacGregor: It's not the child that needs killing.
Band Manager: The fuckin' monkeys?
