Mickey: The whole world's comin' to an end, Mal.
Mallory: I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and they're coming right at us. And I see the future, and there's no death, 'cause you and I, we're angels.
Mickey: I love you, Mal.
Mallory: I know you do baby, and I've loved you since the day we met.
Mickey: The media is like the weather, only it's man-made weather.
Mickey: Right now, I'd go down on a lawman for a gallon of gas.
Mallory: I don't think I'm gonna make it. I feel so cold.
Mickey: You're gonna make it, Mal. Get mad.
Mickey: You can't hide from your shadow.
Mickey: Even ugliness looks beautiful next to you.
Mickey: Mal.
Mallory: Yes?
Mickey: Will you marry me?
Mallory: Of course I'll marry you! I've been waiting for you to say that for so long. But where are we gonna get married?
Mickey: Right here, Mal. This is our church.
Wayne Gale: Repetition works, David. Repetition works, David.
Mickey: At birth, I was cast into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God.
Mickey: It's just murder. All God's creatures do it. You look in the forests and you see species killing other species, our species killing all species including the forests, and we just call it industry, not murder.
Mickey: You know, the only thing that kills the demon... is love.
Mallory: Wherever we go, whatever happens, Mickey, when I look up at the stars, I'll know you'll be lookin' up at the same ones.
Mickey: Same ones, baby.
Mallory: You make every day feel like kindergarten.
Mickey: It's fate, you know. Nobody can stop fate, nobody can.
Dr. Emil Reingold: Mickey and Mallory know the difference between right and wrong, they just don't give a damn.
Son: What the hell is that?
Redneck's Buddy in the Diner: A bitch out of hell, son. Take a run at her, kiddo.
Mallory: You killed life.
Mallory: I do. For all eternity. 'Til you and I die, and die, and die again. 'Til death do us part.
Napalatoni: Warden.
Dwight McClusky: Yes! What is it, Natapundi?
Napalatoni: Napalatoni.
Dwight McClusky: I don't care what your fucking name is.
Napalatoni: Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose, Scagnetti's dead, and they're live on national TV.
Dwight McClusky: Live on national TV? jesus harold christ on A fucking rubber crutch, is this happening to ME?
Dwight McClusky: Mickey and Mallory Knox are without a doubt the most twisted depraved pair of shitfucks it has ever been my displeasure to lay my goddamn eyes on. I tell you these two motherfuckers are a walking reminder of just how fucked up this system really is.
Wayne Gale: Mallory Knox has said that she wants to kill you.
Dr. Emil Reingold: I never really believe what women tell me.
Answer: Yes, it definitely does not look like a key lime pie. I suspect that because Woody Harrelson is a strict vegan, that it is a substitute made with vegan ingredients.