Felix Ungar: You got a lawyer?
Oscar Madison: Yeah, in Florida. He's 92. It takes him six hours to walk to the telephone. Case will be over.
John Lee: It will be the last death I cause.
Dock Newton: You ain't any less of a drunk now than you was when hooch was legal.
Jess Newton: Well, you see, there's my point. That particular law ain't really doin' it's job, now is it?
Tyrell: Don't get her started all right. It's a long fucked up story and you probably won't believe it anyway. All I know is that this is the worst vacation of my life. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm fucking horny and I ain't seen one goddamn psycho killer.
Joan: The lad doesn't say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.
Isadora: If you ever miss me, take a look at our little portrait. I say this because I fear that you'll forget me as well. I miss my father. I miss everything. Dora.
Sen. Jay Billington Bulworth: I'm not sure you can get aids by burning down your house, but I get your point.
Trillian St. James: What the hell are these things?
Finnegan: Real unfriendly.
Michael: This family is kaput.
Patrick Ross: Eve.
Eve: Patrick.