Robbie: I wrote a song about you.
Georgia Nicolson: Really?!
Robbie: Yeah. It's called "Bitch in Uniform."
Count Vronsky: I love you.
Anna Karenina: Why?
Count Vronsky: You can't ask Why about love.
Tangerine: You still got that vest on, yeah?
Lemon: Nah, vests give you a false sense of security, I might get shot in the neck.
Tangerine: Yeah, it also stops you getting shot in the chest, but I guess you missed that episode of Thomas, did ya?
Lemon: I really must of, because that sounds dark as shit.
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Dave Lizewski: What's the matter, Chris? Shit hit your shorts?
Chris D'Amico: Yeah, and I'm gonna wipe my ass with your face.
Dave Lizewski: You're gonna pay for what you did to my dad.
Chris D'Amico: Your dad? You blew up my dad with a bazooka.
Ray Marcus: You've should fucking kill me! You don't know nothing. It's fun to kill people. You, of all people should try sometime.
Tony Hastings: Fun? It's fun to kill people? Did you have fun killing my wife and daughter?
John: There's just no point hating someone you love.
John: Want a beer?
Paul McCartney: I'd love a tea.
John: Is nowhere full of geniuses, sir? Because then I do probably belong there.
John: Why couldn't God make me Elvis?
Julia: 'Cause he was saving you for John Lennon.
