Bobby: Excuse me. I don't mean to impose, but I am the Ocean.
Randolph: You want your little booger eater on my show?
Wife: Yes, very much.
Randolph: Then don't tell me how to run my fucking business.
Barry: I have to get more pudding for this trip to Hawaii. As I just said that out loud I realise it sounded a little strange but it's not.
Nadine: She didn't break you heart, she bruised your ego.
Hinh: Sooner or later, Mr. Fowler, one has to take sides, if one is to remain human.
Vijay: You have a roof over your head, clothes on your back, food in your belly, what more do you want?
Ramu Gupta: I want what you promised.
Paikea: A long time ago, my ancestor Paikea came to this place on the back of a whale. Since then, in every generation of my family, the first born son has carried his name and become the leader of our tribe... until now.
Samantha Harper: You're thinking about the cop, aren't you?
Katie Burke: Maybe.
Samantha Harper: Okay, visualize this with me. You're down in New York consulting with Lou Gerstner or the head of GE telling them how to buy South American countries but on the weekends, you fly back up here to hang out with the cop, do cop things, maybe go to cop mixers.
Katie Burke: I like the cop.
Samantha Harper: Yeah, um, I can see that.
Justin: We have to pay for what we did.
Joshua Peters: Can I ask you something real quick and make it like ripping off a band-aid, okay?
Regina Lambert: Ow. Go ahead.
Joshua Peters: Is there a Mr. Regina?
Regina Lambert: Not for long.
Rachel Bitterman: You are very fit for a plus sized pig.
Miss Piggy: And you will not look good with a plus sized lip.
Snow: How much sleep ya need, Kelvin?
Chris Kelvin: How much sleep?
Snow: Yeah. Um, how long ya think you can go without sleep?
Chris Kelvin: Depends.
Snow: Well, when you do go to sleep... I find I sleep much better with the door locked.
Alistair: Joseph Stalin said that the death of one person is a tragedy. The death of a million, a statistic.
Christabel LaMotte: I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
John: We've been banging together like a pair of cymbals in an overworked marching band.
Megan: Every month, when the moon is full, they hunt as a team. Dedicated to the kill. During that time, at least fifteen people have vanished. Hikers mostly. In small groups or alone. They're caught out in the open, hunted down, torn apart and devoured. I've never witness the actual slaughter, but the next day, no bodies, no werewolves, just blood.
Mourad: With a little money, we can help you get revenge. The assailant drew blood. Blood calls for revenge. Vengeance is a human right.
Arpid: Let me tell you, after a hard day of looting and pillaging, there is no greater city than Gomorrah... except maybe Sodom.
Sabina Spielrein: What can grow without rain? What can burn for years without end? Stone can grow without rain. But only love can burn for years without end.