Oliver: Can I kiss you?
Elio: Yes, please.
Paul: See, history is either a lie or a bore... History can't compete with video games, YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat, Vine, Kik, Burn Note, Whisper, Yik Yak, Skype, Tinder, Grinder, texting, sexting, porn, and that shitty, shitty, shitty orgy of mind numbing mistake called Hollywood. You see, kids, history can't compete. History is over. Everything is happening in this second. (00:36:41)
Ben Bass: Alex, can you look at me. You really hurt your leg. Your phone is smashed, my phone has no signal and we're pretty high up on the mountain. We need to get help.
Bif: Last time I checked there wasn't an age limit on getting your leg over.
Greg Sestero: You are a fucking villain, you fucking Frankenstein-looking motherfucker. (01:16:15)
Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
Dr. Janusz Korczak: But what of the children, Dr. Zabinski? My heart is no different than yours, I don't believe. I should not be here. They should not be here. You should not be here.
Carolyn Dunn: And I am what is left. I guess, in part, we're all remains of unfulfilled dreams.
Gardner: I have to make decisions like what's best for the family.
Ben Bradlee: He says we can't, I say we can. There, you're caught up.
Denver: Whether we're rich or poor, or somewhere in between, we're all homeless, just working our way back home.
Erin: I can't believe they're sending us up in this. Is it even safe to fly?
Davis Mackie: Erin, relax. If I could take off in a Black Hawk under fire in Fallujah, I think I can handle a News Chopper 9 with a hangover.
Erin: Hangover?
Peter Turner: Has anyone ever told you that you look like Lauren Bacall when you smoke?
Gloria Grahame: Humphrey Bogart. And I didn't like it then either.
Jan Van Loos: I've come to paint a portrait.
Katie: God, what have I done?
Harry Hole: I need a case... to work on.
Gunnar Hagen: I apologize for Oslo's low murder rate.
Winston Churchill: I am choosing between trials and tribulations. Do stop adding to them.
Edwin: You ever worried we might shoot all the wrong people?
Flake: You wanna know what I think about? How when something terrible happens somewhere, and there's all those flags, and flowers, and candles, and pictures of people who died, and pages of sayings and poems, all that shit lined up for months. That's what I think about.