Eloise: So, why do you like me so much anyway?
Tom Tom: I don't know.
Eloise: Tom Tom, you know... you can't always say 'yes' or 'no' or 'I don't know'... you know... There must be a reason. And it would be nice to know what it is. So why don't you think about it and I'll wait.
Tom Tom: Love can never be portrayed the same way as a tree or the sea, or any other mystery. It's the eyes, with which we see. It's the sinner in the saint. It's the light inside the paint.
Trina Sinclair: Hey, why don't you get your slut-bitch sister a leash.
Chloe Steele: I have exams, I have to go.
Rayford Steele: And I have a flight. It's called a job. Welcome to the real world.
Colonel Hayes Hodges: I'll make you a deal. If you can tell me right now what the life expectancy was for second lieutenant dropped into a hot LZ in Vietnam in 1968, I'll tell you everything I remember about Ca Lu.
Major Mark Biggs: One week.
Colonel Hayes Hodges: Negative. Sixteen minutes. Sixteen fucking minutes. That's all I remember about Ca Lu.
Laine Hanson: Principles only mean something when you stick to them when its inconvenient.
Tom McLaren: We wouldn't be down here if it wasn't for you.
Jim McConnell: They're us. We're them.
Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
Nyah Nordoff-Hall: What are you going to do? Spank me?
Sebastian: I can't take much more testing.
Matt: I know how hard it is.
Sebastian: Bullshit. You don't know anything.
Matt: This isn't easy for any of us.
Sebastian: Fuck you, Matt! It is easy for you. I was to be in phase-shift for three days. It's been ten fucking days, all right? Ten days of tissue tests, radiation tests and your fucking needles! I can't fucking take it anymore.
Matt: What I meant was.
Sebastian: Fuck what you meant! And don't ever... Don't ever tell me how hard you have it.
Teenager #3: Hey Elvira, I've got something you can suck the blood outta.
Kim: Oh yeah? Whip it out.
Richard: I just feel like everyone tries to do something different, but you always wind up doing the same damn thing.
Capella: D'you ever watch wresting Ray?
Ray: Errr. Sure. I mean you know, now and then.
Capella: Cuz this is just like wrestling.
Ray: How?
Capella: Well it's reality, mixed with illusion, mixed with bullshit, mixed with... big scary guys from parts unknown, in dire need of psychiatric care.
Longbaugh: You know what I'm gonna tell God when I see him? I'm gonna tell him I was framed.
Turkish: It turns out the sweet talking, tattoo sporting pikey was a gypsy bare knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail.
Cecil: Celibacy for celluloid.
Martan Ingram: First of all, it's not a "what", it's a WHO. And he is making a big splash, orca-style.
El Chivo: Do you want something to drink? I've got rum, water and milk.
Luis Miranda Solares: What are you gonna do with me?
El Chivo: What does that mean? rum, water or milk?
Luis Miranda Solares: My question means what it means.
Chopper: Tell me this, right. Why would I shoot a bloke BANG? And then put him in the bloody car and wizz him off to the hospital at a hundred miles an hour? It defeats the purpose of having shot him in the first place.
Duncan McKay: That's from, like, an ostrich or something.
Hubs: Or a beaver.