Frank: The human brain, a lovely piece of hardware.
Georges Duroy: I've been such a fool.
Lt. Anders: You want me to dress up like the Tin Man?
Lt. Caroline Bradley: I want you to stay alive.
Vlad Chocool: I am the undead. Alright? The undead, you-you're not dead, but you're not exactly living either. It's sorta like being in summer school.
Joyce Brewster: You want me to go to one of Gayle's miserable singles event? That's what you want? You want me whoring myself out? Put on a thong?
Andrew Brewster: I'm going to sleep now, Ma.
Marshall Gaza: I was once a sinner.
Angel: Damn right, you were! Cherry Gaza. You all virgin eater.
Marshall Gaza: You whore of Babylon! You painted cat! You womb of vipers! The smell of Jezebel has no power over me now.
Cam Brady: My heart is pounding. Like a phone book in a dryer.
Gunner Robert Smith: I said the soup was okay, you stupid sod.
Gringo: I feel like every girl I meet I have to download some new app. Whatever happened to meeting a girl in a park and say hey, how about a cup of coffee?
Byron: The people come here, Michael, to look for aliens, ghosts, and cults, and gateways to hell, secret military bases looking into other dimensions. I think, if there is something, it is not none of these things - or perhaps all of them.
Alex: Their girls their somebody's daughter, somebody's sister, they are not hajis.
Jacky Bonnot: I can make it beef bourguignon?
Nurse: In two, three years.
Jacky Bonnot: Why is it taking so long?
Nurse: It's a baby.
Kenneth: Listen to me. You come to that launch site at 5:00... you take my hand, and I'll show you who can't time travel.
Lula: We got the whole good cop/bad cop thing going on; except we're hookers.
Colonel A.J. Bullard: We have a right to fight for our country. The same as every other American.
Alain van Versch: Twenty-seven bones in a human hand. Certain monkeys have more. Gorillas, 32. Five in each thumb. A man has 27. You break a hand, you break a leg... after a while calcium joins it back together. It may even end up stronger than before. But break a bone in your hand and you'll see it never heals. You'll remember it at each fight, with every punch. You'll be careful. But one day... the pain will come back. Like needles. Like broken glass.
Title Card: If we hope to heal the pain, we must first discover the cause. - Ancient Proverb.
DC George Carter: He's either done all his beans and gone skint or an opportunity came his way and he simply just couldn't say no.
Tom Buckley: Listen to me. you are the only guy separating the world from stupidity at this point in time, okay?