Libby: You tell everyone you know! That anytime some stupid fucking bastard wants to commit some gay ass crime that Crimson Bolt and Boltie are gonna be there to crush their little fucking evil heads in.
Frank D'Arbo: People look stupid when they cry.
Frank D'Arbo: Hello, I'm a college student and I'm doing a report on where to buy drugs. The streets where, uh, all the drug dealers are.
Jacques: You really think that killing me... stabbing me to death is going to change the world?
Frank D'Arbo: I can't know that for sure, unless I try.
Frank D'Arbo: You don't butt in line! You don't sell drugs! You don't molest little children! You don't profit off the misery of others! The rules were set a long time ago! They don't change.
Libby: Frank, what! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to kill him. I mean, I'm just learning, you have to teach me these things.
Detective Felkner: Listen, pal, sometimes you just got to accept these things. Sometimes the best thing you can do to forget about someone you care about is to fill the void with someone you don't quite so much.
Sarah Helgeland: What are those?
Frank D'Arbo: I'll wake up and see these first thing every morning. My perfect moments. They can inform my day. Set me in the right direction.
Sarah Helgeland: The hands are a little big, don't you think sweetheart?
Libby: Actually, the guy's kinda got a point. I mean, I wonder all the time why no-one's never just stood up and become a real superhero.
Libby: Batman had Robin. The original Human Torch had Toro. The Flash had Kid Flash. I could be your kid sidekick.
