Laura: Half the time you were on your back!
Agent Jay: That's how I fight.
Emery: Where are Nick and Cathy, they should've been back by now. Why'd she have to go off on her own, anyway? That was extremely stupid.
Lorne Daniels: Nobody wants you, not even the Clippers.
Angus Tuck: Don't be afraid of death Winnie, be afraid of the unlived life.
Wall Street: You can't get anything done in a world without rules.
Helen Wade: Would you like anything?
George Wade: I'd love some Milk Duds.
Helen Wade: We don't have any, I could send out for one.
George Wade: Oh, no, don't be ridiculous. If you're going to send out, get a whole box.
Gordon Brewer: So, you want collateral damage, huh? I'll give you fucking collateral damage.
Catherine: Suzon, I forgot one thing. I heard a strange sound. I looked through Augustine's keyhole, and I saw her standing at the mirror with something shiny. I thought nothing of it, but now I'm sure she was sharpening a knife.
Augustine: You liar! I was holding my mother-of-pearl comb and cleaning it.
Gaby: At 3:00 am?
Augustine: Combs never sleep.
Lady Bracknell: Well, I must say, Algy, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or die. This shilly-shallying with the question is absurd.
Flying Snow: How swift thy sword.
Yelena: Xander? Remember what I told you before, when you kissed me?
Xander Cage: Never again?
Yelena: I lied.
Jake: Just how I like 'em... all big and big-like.
Ivan Cooper: I just want to say this to the British Government... You know what you've just done, don't you? You've destroyed the civil rights movement, and you've given the IRA the biggest victory it will ever have. All over this city tonight, young men... boys will be joining the IRA, and you will reap a whirlwind.
Beary Barrington: What's that?
Big Al: That there's a sign.
Sam: What thousands must die, so that Caesar may become the great.
Marty Wolf: First lesson in Hollywood, sweetheart: Always get it in writing.
Bruce: I hope you realize you've just committed assault.
Henry Desalvo: I know, I know. Time was, you actually had to hit somebody.
Conspiracy Brother: Jesus Christ: black man. Babe Ruth: black man. Madonna: ... slept with black men.
Tower Control: 8-6-7-2-4-1-Queen, move it! Or you're going to be the hood ornament on a 737.