Nicki: You're stressing me out.
Grey: I'll get you a prescription for Ativan, it'll stop your conscience bothering ya.
Liberace: I love to give the people a good time.
Kevin Hart: Let's get some fire up on these bitches one time.
Crystal: When I was pregnant with you, it was strange. You were different. They wanted me to terminate, but I wouldn't. And you're right. I don't understand you. And I never will.
John Carlyle: Droids, there appears to be some type of wheeled vehicle with one - two occupants, they are armed and I'd like them dead.
Dusty Crophopper: I've flown thousands and thousands of miles, and have never gone anywhere.
Bianca: A Skittle... taste the rainbow.
Judge Klark: Oh my God, it's the slutty Oompa Loompas.
Percy Jackson: Why are you in a dress?
Grover: I'm having a really bad day.
Steve Jobs: Welcome to Apple Computer.
Rod Holt: Okay, show me this revolutionary piece o' shit.
Sophina: What happened?
Jason: They fucking shot him! They shot him in the fucking back for no reason, man.
Brent Magna: I should have been a banker.
Attorney General: Look, Martin, I can imagine what you're thinking. How this looks to you.
Martin Rose: I've made no allegation.
Attorney General: But if we accept that they - that someone... Then we have to accept all sort of things which are simply unacceptable. And I will not accept that.
Martin Rose: You really know how to clarify a situation, don't you?
Attorney General: I'm not even here.
Adam Cassidy: I feel like I lose her a little every day.
Chris: Sometimes things that are really hard can be really rewarding because they're hard, you know.
Emil Kovac: Now your turn. You tell me.
Benjamin Ford: War stories?
Emil Kovac: Yes.
Benjamin Ford: Most of those aren't true.
Emil Kovac: Most, but some.
Benjamin Ford: The ones that are, why would anyone want to talk about that?
Emil Kovac: How else do you keep the past alive?
Benjamin Ford: The past is dead, let's keep it that way.
Don Jon: There's only a few things I really care about in life. My body. My pad. My ride. My family. My church. My boys. My girls. My porn.
Walterson: You'll be workin' nights here now.
Chris: What? Why?
Walterson: We give our guys on the streets guns to shoot people who show up with other guns.