Younger Patrick: Tom.
Younger Tom: Don't ruin it.
Younger Patrick: How would I do that?
Younger Tom: Asking about the next time.
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.
Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?
Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.
Angel: Never look back, never look forward.
Alexander: I'm not complaining. I was the product of a failed society. A society that consistently rewards money and ignores everything else.
The Captain: Jeb McAllister it ends here.
Namor: Only the most broken people can be great leaders.
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.
Joe: I'm a troglodyte. Do you know what that is?
Sam Cleary: No clue.
Joe: It's Greek for a man who dwells in a cave. See, I'm a caveman. I live in a tiny apartment, and it's fine. I'm good with it. I like being alone. You know what bothers me? What really depresses me? Being around other people.
Mr. Carson: They better be warned: the British are coming.
Nellie LaRoy: Let 'em know that I got here on my terms, not theirs. And when I'm done I'm gonna dance my ass off into the night. And they'll know - everyone will fucking know - that they could never control one goddamn fucking thing.
Lee: We'll live with them, be normal for a while.
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?