John Bunting: Do you like bein' fucked? Do you like bein' fucked? So why not do somethin' about it? 'Cause all I ever see you do is sook, mate. No? What didjah do about Jeffrey? Fuckin' nothin'. You see me and Robert mopin' about? Hmm? No you don't because you do that they fuck you forever. You don't want that, do you? When are you gonna grow some balls, mate?
Dex: Josh is his own man. He doesn't take after his dad much.
Josh: What, you mean I'm not an emotional shutdown Nazi asshole?
Mrs. O'Brien: Unless you love, your life will flash by.
The Phantom: So it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met a disaster beyond all imagination will occur.
Ethan: The Hamptons are like a zombie movie directed by Ralph Lauren.
Christopher Robin: You know Pooh you did a very important thing today.
Pooh: I did?
Christopher Robin: Well yes. Instead of thinking of your tummy you thought of your friend.
Pooh: Oh thank you Christopher Robin. And now I don't think I shall be hungry again for a good long while.
Additional Voices: Growling sound.
Pooh: Oh bother.
Christopher Robin: Silly old Bear.
Matt Franklin: I'm... I'm just messed up, OK? I don't know what I want to do. And I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure.
Bill Franklin: You haven't really failed, son, because you haven't really tried to succeed. So don't credit yourself as a failure. You're worse than that.
Matt Franklin: I just can't figure it out, Dad.
Bill Franklin: Don't cry like that in jail, son.
Jesse Stone: I'd rather regret the things I've done than the things I haven't done.
Billy: Nothing like two dudes and a dog making candles.
Ned: Such a cliche.
Bill Walter: Hey, no hard feelings, right?
Rodrick Heffley: Hey, Bill, you know what? After tonight, you're out of the band.
Bill Walter: What?
Rodrick Heffley: That's rock and roll, bro.
Johnny Blaze: When we get where we're going, the Rider's going to come out. And when he does... he'll destroy whoever's got it coming. Nadya, this thing... there's no reason, no conscience, just hunger. In his eyes, you're no different than Carrigan. You're no different than any of them.
Nadya: I'm not afraid of you.
Johnny Blaze: Yeah? Well, you should be.
[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window.]
Male Cop: Are you okay?
Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.
Fred: Yeah, it isn't.
Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.
Male Cop: A faux-job?
Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.
Fred: Wait, what?
Max: You get to be awake this time. This time, you get to remember.