Father James Lavelle: The limits of His mercy have not been set.
Todd Burpo: What if you have an experience so far beyond your own experience, it's irrational. What then?
Moose: Does it always have to end up in a big, giant dance battle?
Dr. Cameron McCarthy: I've got jars of peanut butter older than you.
Lou Bloom: My motto is if you want to win the lottery you've got to make money to get a ticket.
Howard Howe: Your life as you knew it is over, Mr. Bryton. So if you wish to continue living, you will be a walrus, or you'll be nothing at all.
Lucile Angellier: Hardly a word of our true feelings had ever been spoken. Not a single word about love.
Edward Newgate: You're mad!
Silas Lamb: We're all mad Dr. Newgate. Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.
Alex: You know we'll be lucky to see anything bigger than a chipmunk, right?
Dr. Alice Howland: When I was, um, a little girl, like, in second grade, my teacher told me butterflies don't live a long time. They live, like, a month. And I was so upset, and I went home, and I told my mother, and she said: "Yeah, but, you know, they have a nice life. They have a really beautiful life." So now it always makes me think about my mother's life, and my sister's life. And to a certain extent, you know, my own.
Tobey Marshall: I do not fear, for you are with me. All those who defied me, shall be ashamed and disgraced. Those who wage war against me, shall perish. I will find strength, find guidance, and I will triumph.
Noah: We broke the world - we did this. Man did this. Everything that was beautiful, everything that was good, we shattered. Now, it begins again.
Martin: Has anyone ever told you you're a bit of an idiot?
Chris: I'm a politician, that's all they ever tell me.
Agent Buchanan: We're all gonna need someone to blame when thing goes sideways.
Colonel Stevens: It's already sideways.
Tremaine Alexander: Where I come from, cash rule everything around me. You heard that one, right?
Jon Burroughs: He said I was cherishable, and he picked me to join the band.
Clara: You are fingers being told which keys to push.
Jon Burroughs: I push my own keys.
Clara: Ten little bits of bone and skin.
Jon Burroughs: And I'm perfectly capable of going to my furthest corners and composing music.
Clara: Your furthest corners?
Jon Burroughs: My furthest corners.
Clara: Someone needs to punch you in the face.