William Riker: We're through running from these bastards!
Jack Ames: Fuck you.
Harry Ross: Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
Jack Ames: Him too.
Curt Wild: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
Judge: Ryan Harrison, a jury of your peers have found you guilty of murder. On August 12th at Stillwater Federal Prison you shall have your sentence carried out. You shall be executed buffet style: lethally injected, electrocuted, and placed before a firing squad. May God have mercy on your soul, you bastard you.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?
Special Agent Dana Scully: I have. I did. It's done.
Tommy B. Jordan: Look, it's my ass if you take that.
Art Jeffries: Then don't tell anyone.
Reggie: Did you hear something?
Michael: It's just the wind. Only the wind.
Joe Cooper: If you want unanimous consent, you're gonna have to get it from one of the other owners.
Jay Murphy: It's hard to tell how many emotions were real and how many were manufactured just to get the other person to bring over more pot.
Steve Rubell: Prison can be so fucking dull at night.