Buster Scruggs: Misanthrope? I don't hate my fellow man, even when he's tiresome and surly and tries to cheat at poker. I figure that's just a human material, and him that finds in it cause for anger and dismay is just a fool for expecting better.
Peter: There's no-one like you, Covey.
Astrid Young Teo: It was never my job to make you feel like a man. I can't make you something you're not.
Anastasia Steele: You may call me Mrs. Grey.
Ethan: You could have told me you were gay.
Simon: Guess I didn't think we had very much in common.
Ethan: You're telling me Simon. It's not like your all hoodie wardrobe rocks my world.
Maya: The truth is a lie.
Dr. Burghart Kroll: Your pen. Your sword.
Sidney Stark: The Guernsey literary and potato-peel pie society. Crikey, that's quite a mouthful.
Dan: I have to find a story for my vlog. If I don't get into any college, I can sell my vlog to Buzzfeed or Vice.
Sierra: Or you can bank on your straight As.
Dan: What is this, the '90s? I've got to create Google 2.0, or swim backstroke while playing the violin at the Olympics. Or create a new species of cat while volunteering in a Third-World country at the same time.
Lucas Hill: My wife and I are old friends. And sometimes, with an old friend, you learn to squint away certain things, things you'd maybe rather not see.
Katya: Is it just her doing this, not-seeing, or you too?
Lucas Hill: The thing about squinting, you can never be certain what you might not be seeing.
Lee Flynn: Don't wind up grinding coochies with my brother or I'll literally never talk to you again.
Jack Mulligan: What I've learned from men like my father and your husband is that you reap what you sow.
Veronica: Let's hope so.
