Roy Clayton: Do you think Samir believes it's God's will for him to kill others?
Dierdre Horn: You carry a gun yourself.
Roy Clayton: Now you didn't answer my question.
Dierdre Horn: My son has seen enough death to understand the value of life.
Sargon: You've come to avenge your father, the great hero?
Mathayus: I fight for more than vengeance now, Sargon. I fight for what my father once believed in. And I fight for what you've corrupted.
Delysia: Men are so untrusting. I can't think why.
Joe: Where there's money, there's competition and the guy paying me usually wins.
Sidney Young: I sent the fish, you know, goldfish in a bowl. Did she get them?
Sophie Maes' Assistant: Yes, but they were dead.
Sidney Young: All of them?
Sophie Maes' Assistant: Yeah, it was kind of shocking actually! Were they dead when you send them?
Sidney Young: No no, who sends people dead fish?
Sophie Maes' Assistant: The Mafia?
Chris Mattson: Y'know what Abel? Fuck you.
Abel Turner: Is that a 'We Are the World' fuck you?
Chris Mattson: No. It's a special one. Just for you.
Rincewind: That's old Twoflower for you. He just appreciates beauty in his own way. I mean, if a poet sees a daffodil, he stares at it and then writes a long poem. But Twoflower would wander off and buy a book on botany, and then as he reads it he would tread on the daffodil.
Lacey Belisle: Speed up, or I will blow a hole in you big enough to watch TV through.
Kym: [Late to rehab meeting, knocking over a chair.] Cocksucker!
Kieran: Uh, only once. My dealer. I was very hard up for cash.
Josh: Oh, grandpa fell asleep again.
Timm: No, he's dead.
Dr. Emerson: You have great power ahead of you.
Molly Hartley: I don't want it.
Dr. Emerson: But you will.
June Boatwright: Aw damn it to hell.
Policier: Central to Unit 27. Jean-Claude Van Damme's robbing a post office. I need back-up.
Grinko: In Russia, we have expression. "With lies, you may go ahead in the world, but you may never go back." Do you understand this, Jessie?
Frank Tramell: You have a choice.
Jack Bauer: I don't have a choice, you son of a bitch.
Sameer's Mother: There are things you must do with women that you cannot do with men.
Ben Thomas: It is within my power to drastically change his cirumstances, but I don't want to give that man a gift he doesn't deserve.
The Spirit: My city, I can not deny her. My city screams. She is my mother. She is my lover, and I am her Spirit.
Suit: I'm betting beard.
Ben: What kind of remark is that? People's livelihood are at stake.
Suit: Make a note, a producer with a conscience.
Narrator: When your heart breaks it can grow back crooked. It grows back twisted and gnarled and hard.