Uncle Albert: With great power comes...
Rick Riker: Great responsibility?
Uncle Albert: Actually, I was gonna say bitches.
Turk: Do you like poetry?
Charles Randall: Yeah, I do. Roses are red, violets are blue. I wanna poke your fucking eyes out with my dick, you fuck.
Archie: People ask the question... What's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.
Catherine Frazier: It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream, you know the one, when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but it's all out of your control, you can't trust anything anymore, no-one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no-one will be able to break your heart like that again.
Bruno: We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?
Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.
Frank Castle: Latin Kings.
Micro: Let him go, Frank.
Frank Castle: You know this piece of shit?
Micro: Ex piece of shit.
Frank Castle: Yeah. He's a regular choir boy.
Carlos: Fuck you, cracker.
Micro: Language.
Danny: Can I get a large black coffee?
Barista: A what?
Danny: Large black coffee.
Barista: Do you mean a venti?
Danny: No, I mean a large.
Barista: Venti is large.
Danny: No venti is twenty. Large is large. In fact tall is large and grande is spanish for large. Venti is the only one that doesn't mean large. It's also the only one that's Italian. Congratulations, you're stupid in three languages.
Barista: A venti is a large coffee.
Danny: Really says who: Fellini? Do you accept Lira, or is it all Euros now?
Allison: The world's a playground. You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.
Marty Bronson: Your fun is only limited by your imagination.
Father Dominic Moran: So what happened to your eye, Bobby?
Bobby Sands: What?
Father Dominic Moran: Did you get a dig for yourself? Your eye.
Bobby Sands: Difference of opinion.
Father Dominic Moran: Mmm. How's the other fella?
Bobby Sands: Oh, a lot worse. Believe me.
Massie Block: Loser, loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture, duh.
Henning von Tresckow: We have to show the world that not all of us are like him. Otherwise, this will always be Hitler's Germany.
Jane: That was yesterday. Today you're just the bitch who broke my heart and cut up my mother's wedding dress.
Paris Hilton: I'm a Hilton, I don't bow... But I do bend over.
Katie: In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.
Gail: Usually he's harder than trigonometry.
Hellboy: [Offering a beer.] Here. Drink up.
Abe Sapien: Oh, no, my body is a temple.
Hellboy: Well, now it's an amusement park.
Toorop: Look lady, I'm just a delivery boy and to me you're just a package. I'm not your friend, I'm not your brother, I'm not your boyfriend. In six days I'm gonna deliver you and never see you again. Sister Rebecca is right, we shouldn't even talk.