Madeleine Linscott: Get the picture?
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert: Technicolor.
Robert Thorn: I never want to see or hear from you again.
Father Brennan: You'll see me in hell Mr. Thorn.
Father Brennan: We'll spend eternity together.
Phineus Bantum: Sweet Sebastian Bach, I wanna play.
Richard Messner: You said someone came up to you as an FBI agent?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And then you saw him get on the elevator wearing a security guard outfit?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And that doesn't seem odd to you?
Luke: Julian was wrong. She thought it could be peaceful. But how can it be peaceful when they try to take away your dignity?
Donna D. Logand: The hell of it is, is you're only as loved as you think you are.
Tom Dobbs: How many analogies do you have left?
Jack Menken: How many does it take to make my point?
Ms. Barbara MacHenry: Didn't I see Clair earlier?
Kelli Presely: Isn't she upstairs writing a card to her sister?
Melissa Kitt: No, I think her sister picked her up earlier. Remember, this is the occasion for Clair and her sister and her mom to bury the hatchet and rediscover each other.
Dana Mathis: I'd like to bury the hatchet with my sister... right in her head.
Possessed Radio: Don't even fuck with commodities. They're just gonna get you in trouble.
Village Sister: You wait a minute! Do you have permission to charge in and disturb.
Edward Malus: No! I don't need anybody's goddamn permission! I'm gonna search every inch of this town and anybody who interferes will be brought up on murder charges, got that? You have my permission to stay out of the fucking way.
Sir Leigh Teabing: The Good Book did not arrive by facsimile from heaven.
Rachel Stein aka Ellis de Vries: I never knew this would happen. To fear the liberation.
Zamora: Don't take this personal, okay? If it makes you feel any better, please know that I'm doing this for a good cause.
Jack Mosley: Never met your sister?
Eddie Bunker: No.
Jack Mosley: Wow.
Eddie Bunker: So I'm going out to Seattle to meet her. I'm looking forward.
Jack Mosley: Maybe she turns out to look like Angelina Jolie.
Eddie Bunker: Shit, if she do, I hope she ain't my sister.
Barbara Covett: People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it's like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. Of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.
Park Hie-bong: In a word... her birth was an accident, and so was her death. Old people have always said... that an animal which kills a human... should be torn limb from limb. That it's a human's duty to do so. Until I slit that beast's stomach... and at least find Hyun-seo's body... I'll never leave this world in peace.
Bruno: I owe this guy from 3 years ago. I took my kid to the hospital, all bruised up. Fuckers thought I'd beat up on him. This guy tells the cops it wasn't me, my kid's a haemophiliac. As long as he needs us, we're there, okay?