Tracy: He was crippled, but only his body was cracked. It's not simple, nor is it an easy matter to explain. "Let's just leave it at that," she says and closes the holy book of lies. She covers her eyes, denying to herself what she thought happened.
Frederick the Wise: The Roman Inquisition does not give hearings. It gives death sentences.
Will: You wanna call me "Daddy" while I fuck you, huh?
Aileen: I'll try. Why? You like to fuck your kids?
Ted: A fucking good poem is a weapon. It's... and not like a "pop", it's a bomb. A bloody big bomb.
Sylvia: That's why they make children learn them in school. They don't want them messing about with them on their own. I mean, just imagine if a sonnet went off accidentally. Boom.
Harvey Pekar: So... what are you worried about then?
Joyce Brabner: Well, it's the way... it's the way all the different artists draw you.
Harvey Pekar: What?
Joyce Brabner: You know, I don't really know what to expect. Sometimes you look like a younger Brando... but then the way Crumb draws you, you look... like a hairy ape, with all these wavy, stinky lines undulating off your body. I don't really know what to expect.
Harvey Pekar: No, those are motion lines. I'm an active guy.
Vermeer: Look at me. Now, turn your head. Not your shoulders. Look at me. There. That's it.
Tupac Shakur: What makes me saying 'I don't give a f - -' different than Patrick Henry saying 'Give me liberty or give me death'?
Julia Cook: Don't make me grieve for you.
Ned Kelly: I ain't dead yet.
Veronica Guerin: You'd do the same. If you saw those kids on the street, you would do the same.
Sam Drebben: Another day, another dollar.
Desi Arnaz: I work hard, I play hard, I drink hard and I love hard.
Ronald Reagan: If you don't mind, this administration has to pee.
Eva Braun: Now why is it, Herr Hitler, that no photographer has ever been able to capture the incredible magnetism of your eyes?