Ken Cosgrove: How's it going?
Building 20 Guard: Big night. Switched from tea to coffee. Brought new meaning to my work.
Tom Jericho: Puck and Claire were having an af.
Wigram: Were seeing each other, as you like to put it. Seeing each other's brains out.
Nathan Conrad: Does she have a new hiding place that I don't know about?
Aggie Conrad: Probably... she's been running around the house like a wild cat all week.
Ted: We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.
Bobby: Ben Jonson?
Ted: No, Boris Pasternak. He was a Russian of no account, I think.
Jane: I mean, c'mon! I was comparing men to animals... Which, let's face it, sometimes they are. But sometimes, they are not. Sometimes, you open the barn door, or the bedroom door, or the hospital room door, and you find the real thing. You find a guy that can sit with you when you're at your absolute worst, when your face looks like a punching bag and you're elbow deep in Kleenex, and he can still look at you, and tell you that Ray is not the last man you're ever going to love.
Andy: Come and dance.
Francesca Deane: Oh God. You don't dance as well, do you?
Andy: As well as what?
Eric: Love may not make the world go round, but it makes the ride worth while.
Count Thibault: You are lionhearted, Julia, like the women of your lineage. You have courage.
Steve Meyers: What do you think of a moral victory?
Anna Redmond: A moral victory sounds good.
Miguel: The BLM man gave me permission to kill anything that represented a danger to my cattle. El lobo, el coyote, and el Graboid.
Melanie Ballard: Well, introduce us to your friends.
Desolation Williams: These are my compadres, Uno, Dos and Tres.
Melanie Ballard: Uno must be the nice one.
Uno: You got that right, butchy. I'm not as nice as Desolation. And I'll cut your fucking titties off.
Ricky Slade: We don't wanna talk, we wanna scream at people, but we don't wanna listen or problem solve and that's what's frustrating about the fucking dynamic of the group.
Admiral Reigart: Let's go get our boy back.
David: I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer.
Fleming: You're not James Bond. I'm not Blofeld. No more explanations, and no last-minute escapes.
Iris: I'm a wonderful housekeeper. I got divorced three times, and I kept all the houses.
Meg Harper: You're having a panic attack, do you know what that means?
Joe: It sounds pretty self-explanatory.
Charlotte Gray: Tomorrow, I'm dirty down there. We'll be together tomorrow when I'm clean, you want me clean right?
Renech: If you try to leave.
Charlotte Gray: I won't.
Renech: I'm not afraid to kill you.
Charlotte Gray: Tomorrow.
Renech: You will come, I know many people. You understand? Many people.
Charlotte Gray: I understand... I understand.