Danny Collins: Hank, I haven't written a song in thirty years. thirty years. I'm a fucking joke.
Greg: Summer. What does that word even mean, right? More "summ." Winter, same deal. More "wint"?
Gertrude Bell: Paradise has no time, age or sanctuary. Awaits us.
Yuvraj Ajay Singh: You're lucky you don't have an elder brother to whom you're always compared.
James: Just be glad you don't have what Samantha had got.
Riley: Why, what'd she have?
James: Well, you know, they're not really telling me much but my buddy over at the coroner's office said it's some kind of necrotic STD - it's some really gnarly shit.
Riley: Shit?
Riley: Yeah... well you didn't fuck her did you?
James: Neh... What? No.
Rufus: Sorry, you can't park here.
Miss Shepherd: No, I've had guidance. This is where it should go.
Rufus: Guidance? Who from?
Miss Shepherd: The Virgin Mary. I spoke to her yesterday. She was outside the post office.
Dr. Hexler: Tell me about Lili... Where did she come from?
Einar Wegener: Inside of me.
Young Ruth: You know sometimes I think what right do I have to be happy when there's so much suffering in the world.
Young Ira: I guess you could say what right do you have to be unhappy.
Kay Adams: Don't ask me why the order matters, but it does. Okay?
Molly Dunnage: You could be married in this suit... snapped up by some eligible spinster... or hag.
Matthew: The cross is bloodstained. It loves. It forgives. It demands.
Cheung Wing-sing: Why'd God make women pretty but dumb?
Cheung Wing-sing: They're pretty, so men will like them.
Cheung Wing-sing: They're dumb, so they will like men.
David Foster Wallace: This piece would be so much better if it was just you. Just keep talking, you'll save me a lot of trouble.