Toll Road: They say you killed more people than the plague. Why were you in prison?
Doc: Tax evasion.
Hanley: Know what we used to call you Peter? The November Man. Cause after you passed through, nothing lived. You were one bleak motherfucker, my friend.
Lou Bloom: What if my problem wasn't that I don't understand people but that I don't like them? What if I was the kind of person who was obliged to hurt you for this? I mean physically. I think you'd have to believe afterward, if you could, that agreeing to participate and then backing out at the critical moment was a mistake. Because that's what I'm telling you, as as I can.
Amelia: You are nothing. You're nothing! This is my house! You are trespassing in my house! If you touch my son again, I'll fucking kill you.
Omar: People that have limbs that are amputated still feel the pain in that limb, even though it's not there. That's the pain that I feel. Every time you look at me... I see his face, I feel that pain, and I see him looking back at me.