Jack Conrad: I had a good run, didn't I?
Angel: Never look back, never look forward.
Younger Patrick: Tom.
Younger Tom: Don't ruin it.
Younger Patrick: How would I do that?
Younger Tom: Asking about the next time.
Roy: Monk.
Roy: Who walks out into the cold, in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
Monk: I ain't good at riddles.
Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.
Cyrus: But it's not always if you hurt, but who you hurt. Nemesis always punched up. I was about your age when he died. He was my hero. Nemesis humbled the proud, gave people a beating who needed a beating. To people around here, Nemesis was a god. Samaritan, just another cop to protect the rich while the rest of us went hungry.
Norma Jeane: Marilyn doesn't exist. When I come out of my dressing room, I'm Norma Jeane. I'm still her when the camera is rolling. Marilyn Monroe only exists on the screen.
Cope: I have a lump on my abdomen. You see it? Picasso? Duchamp? Francis Bacon, perhaps? Am I an artist?
Timlin: He takes the rebellion of his own body and seizes control of it. Shapes it, tattoos it, displays it, creates theater out of it. It has meaning, very potent meaning, and many, many people respond to it.
Ramonda: I am Queen of the most powerful nation in the world! And my entire family is gone! Have I not given everything?
Abnesti: The time to worry about crossing lines was... a lot of lines ago.
Alexander: I'm not complaining. I was the product of a failed society. A society that consistently rewards money and ignores everything else.
Dr. Joseph Wanless: One Day She'll Have The Power Of A Nuclear Explosion.
Dr. Joseph Wanless: Terminate Her Before It's Too Late.
Mason: You are a fucking drug dealer or a history teacher? You hypocrite motherfucker.
Pettis: Why am I hypocrite? Because I make money the same way white folks do?
Mr. Carson: They better be warned: the British are coming.
Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?