Bernard Jaffe: The universe is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.
Bernard Jaffe: There's no such thing as nothing.
Mr. Hooten: What happened to the cat, Albert?
Albert Markovski: How'd you know about my cat?
Mr. Hooten: The cat was killed by curiosity.
Albert Markovski: Oh, right, that cat.
Albert Markovski: No, I'm not. I'm talking about not covering every square inch with houses and strip malls until you can't remember what happens when you stand in a meadow at dusk.
Bret: What happens in the meadow at dusk?
Albert Markovski: Everything.
Mrs. Hooten: Nothing.
Albert Markovski: Everything.
Mrs. Hooten: Nothing.
Albert Markovski: Everything.
Mrs. Hooten: Nothing.
Albert Markovski: It's beautiful.
Tommy Corn: It's beautiful.
Cricket: Jesus is never mad at us if we live with Him in our hearts.
Tommy Corn: I hate to break it to you, but He is - He most definitely is.
Caterine Vauban: It is inevitable to be drawn back into human drama.
Bernard Jaffe: When you get the blanket thing you can relax because everything you could ever want or be you already have and are.
Caterine Vauban: The woods are hopeless. Don't waste your time, they will be destroyed. So will the marsh. It is a losing game mankind has played for more than a century. Sadness is what you are, do not deny it. The universe is a lonely place, a painful place. This is what we can share between us, period.
Tommy Corn: I thought we were a platonic trio, not some sick sex dance! This is bullshit.
Albert Markovski: The interconnection thing is definitely for real.
Tommy Corn: It is! I didn't think it wasn't! It is.
Albert Markovski: I know, I can't believe it, it's so fantastic.
Tommy Corn: It's amazing.
Albert Markovski: I know.
Tommy Corn: But it's also nothing special.
Dawn Campbell: Fuckabees.
Dawn Campbell: Brad, do you love me?
Brad Stand: I think so.
Dawn Campbell: With the bonnet?
Brad Stand: Ehhh.
Brad Stand: Shania cares.
Dawn Campbell: There's glass between us. You can't deal with my infinite nature can you?
Brad Stand: That is so not true. Wait, what does that even mean?
Brad Stand: Huckabees cornucopia of stuff we all want, but what happened to the gazelles? Were they squashed under the CD department?
Tommy Corn: Ah, here he comes.
Albert Markovski: Oh, boy.
Tommy Corn: The man-poet who banged France's dark lady of philosophy. The parking lot crusader of truth... who turned his back on his other like a cold-blooded gangsta.
Brad Stand: How am I not myself?
Mr. Hooten: Do you have a job, Tom?
Tommy Corn: I'm a firefighter.
Mrs. Hooten: Oh, God bless you! A hero.
Tommy Corn: I'm not a hero. We'd all be heroes if we quit using petroleum, though.
Albert Markovski: Nobody sits like this rock sits. You rock, rock. The rock just sits and is. You show us how to just sit here and that's what we need.
Tommy Corn: But there's no way I could stop it's use in my lifetime is there? I mean, Jimmy Carter would have an electric car by now. I could have a Cadillac Escalade and it could be electric. I wouldn't have to ride my bicycle.
