Nick Dunne: All I'm trying to do is being nice to the people who are volunteering to help find Amy.
Glenn Kenneth: Please don't hurt me. I have two kittens.
Madame Mallory: What is this flavor that is fighting against the chicken?
Hassan: I added some spices for flavor to the sauce, and coriander for garnish and freshness.
Madame Mallory: But why change a recipe that is 200 years old?
Hassan: Because, madam, maybe 200 years is long enough.
General Dark Onward: Where did all these fucking boxes come from?
Andre Allen: Fry or die.
Grace: Maybe I'm naive, but I believe in fairytales. I do, I believe they can exist if we really want them to. If, if we're prepared to work hard enough. I believe that the world will not always be full of hatred and conflict, if we're willing to sacrifice enough.
Julian: What is that supposed to mean?
Abel Morales: I know what you wanted, I know. But you have to forget that now.
Julian: You gave me a good chance, you gave me a good chance, correct?
Abel Morales: Yes.
Julian: You gave me a better chance than I deserved, right?
Abel Morales: No. You looking backwards. Look forward. Its the only thing you can control. Julian?
Julian: Please, take care of my family.
Jagat Janani: What is your name?
P.K.: I don't have any name. But I don't know why people called me PK... Pk.
Ruben: Why are their eyes so big?
Walter Keane: Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Sgt. Lance Dawson: Staff Sergeant Lance Dawson, United States Army, serial number DL3268.
Ray: The banking institutions are more dangerous than the army.
Carl Wilson: Paul McCartney called "God Only Knows" the greatest song ever written.
Carmelo Johns: Get ready to bleed, rich bitches! This is our time now.
Harold Dixon: A week of nothing. By golly, Aldrich, you are the most patient fisherman I've ever seen.
Gene Aldrich: Where I come from, don't catch, don't eat.
Jamie Wellerstein: Did you call your agent.
Cathy Hiatt: He's on a retreat.
Jamie Wellerstein: What the hell is an agent retreat?
Cathy Hiatt: I don't know, they go into the woods and sacrifice actresses to breed more agents.
Moza: Good evening, a table for one?
Cuenca: I see you're good at math.
Chrystal: What's the point in giving love if nobody gives it back?
Grumpy Cat: That's how we feel. Contrary to that sign on the door, we're not pets. I mean until somebody takes us home and loves us, we're just animals.
Madec: I kill you.