Simon J: Hi Trish, it's me... Nature fresh milk.
Maria: You almost killed me.
Ned Kynaston: I did kill you, you just didn't die.
Carla: Girlfriends, big or small, thin or fat, worship that body, it's the only one you've got.
Ramtha: Do I think you're bad? I don't think you're bad. Do I think you're good? I don't think you're good either. I think you're God.
Lalita Bakshi: You should be stirring your husband's dinner not trouble.
Daryl Isaacs: You're sick, and you're making yourself sick, and you can make yourself unsick by stopping doing what you're doing.
Simon Fletcher: And Nina?
Aunt Nina: Yes?
Simon Fletcher: Don't corrupt my baby. She's too much like you already.
Aunt Nina: Don't worry, Simon. I'll have her tattooed, with blue hair and married to a rapper in no time. Nighty-night.
Ben Archer: SUN quan! I'm coming for you.
Mark Wiener: People always end up the way they started out. No one ever changes. They think they do, but they don't. If you're the depressed type now, that's the way you'll always be. If you're the mindless, happy type, that's the way you'll be when you grow up. You might lose some weight, your face might clear up, get a body tan, a breast enlargement, a sex change - makes no difference. Essentially... from in front, or from behind... whether you're thirteen or fifty, you'll always be the same.
Manech (13 Years Old): Do I stink of fish?
Tyler: So this is home, huh, Ghost?.. Kind of has the Manson family charm.
Mr. Hooten: Do you have a job, Tom?
Tommy Corn: I'm a firefighter.
Mrs. Hooten: Oh, God bless you! A hero.
Tommy Corn: I'm not a hero. We'd all be heroes if we quit using petroleum, though.
Aidan McRory: Where did you learn your English?
Naï-Rea: His Excellency asked the Australian priests to open a school here to teach us languages.
Aidan McRory: Well, I'm very impressed. What else did they teach you?
Naï-Rea: To beware of white men.
Damien: You really think the government would kill two million people just for having a few problems?
Leïto: Six million died for not having blonde hair and blue eyes.
Amedeo Modigliani: Tell me, Pablo, how do you make love to a cube?
Penny Travis: Is there such a thing as the human heart, now there's the better question.
Tim Travis: Well, if you listen closely, you can hear 'em breaking.
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Jordan Cahill: You can't blame the location, you can only blame yourself. The suburbs are just a state of mind.