Surveillance Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
O2: Where's your bathroom? I gotta shit.
James Bond: Martini.
Bar Tender: Shaken or stired?
James Bond: Does it look like I give a damn?
Danny Archer: So you're a fisherman, ha? What do you catch mostly?
Solomon Vandy: Fish.
Lucky Larry: What the hell did you go and do to all these people?
Dalton Russell: Fact is, all lies, all evil deeds, they stink. You can cover them up for a while, but they don't go away.
Neville Flynn: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
Eisenheim: My intention has only been to entertain, nothing more.
Big Momma: This is a family beach, not Chippendales.
Chase Collins: I'm going to make you my Wee-yotch.
Doug Carlin: I'll speak slow, so those of you with Ph.D.'s in the room can understand.
Kevin Fischer: What's wrong?
Wendy Christensen: It's nothing. It's just that I'm going to be worrying about you every second while you're gone.
Kevin Fischer: Why would you worry about me? We don't even like each other, remember?
Peter Evans: I am the drone.
Agnes White: I am the mother queen.
Georg Dreyman: You are a great artist. I know that, and your audience knows it, too. You don't need him. You don't need him. Stay here. Don't go to him.
Christa-Maria Sieland: No? I don't need him? Don't I need this whole system? What about you? Then you don't need it either, or need it even less. But you get in bed with them, too. Why do you do it? Because they can destroy you too, despite your talent and your faith. Because they decide what we play, who is to act, and who can direct.
Nicholas: They are vertically intergrated, they're.
Det. Ricardo Tubbs: You mean they walk around with constant erections?
Nicholas: No, they farm, process, produce, export.
Det. Ricardo Tubbs: I know what it means.