Saroo Brierley: My mum could not read... Or write
Dinner Guests: What did she do?
Saroo Brierley: A laborer... She carried rocks.
Bob Stone: You're like a black Will Smith.
Joe Dixon: There are a whole bunch of Negros coming this way. And we're looking like a big ol' bucket of fried chicken.
Lenka Fafková: We've been fighting the occupation in our own ways.
Volmer: Do you know what the cure for the human condition is? Disease. Because that's the only way one could hope for a cure.
Lady Hideko: You can even curse at me or steal things from me. But please don't lie to me. Understand?
Howard: Crazy is building your ark after the flood has already come.
Sam Larson: If I go in there, I'm am gonna get murdered in the face.
Ringo Starr: He's writing a song for gay marriage, you know, like it's not allowed. It's allowed now.
Will Davis: Charlie got a job today.
Jillian Stewart: McDonald's or Taco Bell?
Charlie: Middle school chemistry teacher.
Jillian Stewart: I weep for our future.
Arthur Bishop: Tell your principal it never pays to fuck with the dead.
Ambrose Hilliard: You and me given opportunities only because young men are gone. But to turn or back on those opportunities, wouldn't that be giving death dominion over life?
The Priest: There comes a time in man's search for meaning when he realises that there are no answers. And when you come to the horrible and unavoidable realization, you accept it or you kill yourself. Or you simply stop searching.
Willie: Spare some change. Think about somebody besides your fucking self.
Bobby: Life is a comedy written by a sadistic comedy writer.