Johnny Mnemonic: You can't shoot me.
Takahashi: Not in the head.
Jack: God, we're pathetic, aren't we?
Angela: Excuse me?
Jack: Well, we're here. We're sitting on the most perfect beach in the world, and all we can think about is-.
Angela: "Where I can hook up my modem?"
Jack: Yeah, exactly.
Louanne: You asked me once how I was gonna save your life. This is it. This moment.
Hallmark: Have you had any contact with the aggressors?
Darren McCord: I killed two. Is that contact?
Puppet Master: We have been subordinate to our limitations until now. The time has come to cast aside these bonds and to elevate our consciousness to a higher plane. It is time to become a part of all things.
Casey Ryback: You think this is being shot? This ain't being shot.
Roach: You know this "Hell on Earth" business? Big fucking deal - I've got hemmorhoids.
Gabriel: Lucifer, sitting in your basement. Sulking after your breakup with The Boss. You're nothing. (01:28:46)
Henri Young: I got nothin'. I got nobody. I don't need a lawyer, I need a friend.
Xavier Fitch: We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable.
Preston Lennox: More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much.
Danny: MY cushion.
Donald Patterson: Did I say that? I didn't say that! All I said was... bad things tend to happen around you two. Some money got lost and I think you two can help me find it.
Charlie: How so?
Donald Patterson: You look for it.
Mifune: Did it all go as planned?
Jack: Well, I would have preferred not to have been shot in the face, but all ended as planned.
Dr. Sarah Taylor: You just don't give up, do you?
Cliff Raddison: I'm Sisyphus with a hard-on.
Lenny Nero: This is what we laughingly refer to as a plan, right?
Callie: For the love of God.
Darkly Noon: Precisely.
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.
Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.