Nabil: In Afghanistan, we had to fight to earn respect and freedom from the Russians.
Ash: You were there? What was it like?
Nabil: What happens on the battlefield is between you and God.
Doc: I can't do what I said I would do. Mercy is a one-saying, mercy.
Claphands: Finish this.
Frank Yates: I guess I'm lucky - lucky to be old enough to have a shot at dying with my dignity.
Frances: I'm so embarrassed. I'm not a real person yet.
Mutant Leader: That a tickle?
Batman: That was a nerve bundle in your deltoid. Might not hurt, but you won't be moving that arm for a while.
Lorna: God damn it, Dale! All that man ever do is create a mess.
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.
Asa Akira: What's worse than getting banged by Jack the Ripper? Getting fingered by Captain Hook.
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.
Eric: Those things are vampires! We need crucifixes, garlic, silver, holy water, and Christopher Lee.
Ray Macguire: No, you soppy tart, those things are fucking zombies.
Sultan: This is Wasseypur. Here, even a pigeon flies with one wing, and uses the other to guard his innocence.
Carlos: They shot my motherfucking maid.
Admiral Hollis: Thank you.
Captain James Winston: For what?
Admiral Hollis: For showing me what a real sailor could do.
Alex: Their girls their somebody's daughter, somebody's sister, they are not hajis.
Andrew Scott: From this moment on, you are no longer a slave to the government. From this moment on, your mind is your own. From this moment on, you will seek vengeance from your oppressors. Freedom is yours.
Karen Westlake: I will put you in witness protection. The feds will keep safe.
Jeremy Coleman: So my whole life just... just goes away?
Mike Cella: You get to keep your first name.
Unteroffizier Josef Schwartz: Are we going home now?
Leutnant Horst Schopis: Yes, we're going home now.
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.
Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.