George Zinavoy: I read a quote once when I was a kid "We live alone, We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion." it used to keep me up at night.
Alan Cowan: Nancy, it's absurd to drink in your condition.
Nancy Cowan: What condition?
Mrs. O'Brien: What are we to you?
Thomas Schell: If things were easy to find, they wouldn't be worth finding.
Maud Hill: There's no place on earth people understand loneliness better than here.
Lou: At least I have my testicles.
Ethan Hunt: Mission accomplished!
Hodjat: You know, my problem is that I can't speak like them. I just lose my control soon.
Johnny Blaze: That's the guy? He looks like he works on a cruise ship.
Nadya: Am I gonna regret taking you?
Johnny Blaze: Um, yeah, probably.
Mad Dog: Pulling a trigger is like ordering a takeout.
Margine Frumkin: Reputations are just history in rumour form. You can change it.
Jake Lonergan: Demons took your gold. When you get to Hell, you can ask for it back.
Justine: You want to meet on the terrace, and sip wine, the three of us?
Claire: It would make me happy.
Justine: Do you know what I think of your plan?
Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.
Justine: I think it's a piece of shit.
Claire: Please, Justine. I just want it to be nice.
Justine: Nice? Why don't we meet on the fucking toilet?
Claire: Fine, then - let's not.
Justine: You're damn right let's not.
Claire: I really hate you sometimes.
Sawyer Nelson: If you don't wear the tail, you're gonna die.
Gary Sadelstein: What are you gonna wear Daddy... in hell?
Narrator: Over the next seven days, there will be many scrapes and near misses, seven cracked vertebrae, four broken ribs, five life-threatening incidents, two bruised lungs and unfortunately, much worse.
[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?
Steven Jacobs: You used an untested drug on your father. I could end your career with one phone call.
Will Rodman: Let me save you the trouble. I quit.
Ross Rhea: You have my respect. Whatever that means to you, you got it. But, know this shit hard. If ever there comes a time when it gets down to the marrow, and it's you and me. Kid, I will lay you the fuck out.