Susan Parrish: Tell me you love me now.
Joe Black: I love you now. I love you always.
Joe Black: Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be facing a finality beyond your comprehension, and you will not be counting days, or months, or years, but milleniums in a place with no doors.
Susan Parrish: Do you love making love to me?
Joe Black: Yes.
Susan Parrish: More than peanut butter?
Joe Black: Yes. Much more.
Joe Black: Happy birthday Bill.
Joe Black: Are you threatening me?
William Parrish: Yeah, I certainly hope so. Yeah. I loved Susan from the moment she was born, and I love her now and every minute in between. And what I dream of is a man who will discover her, and that she will discover a man who will love her, who is worthy of her, who is of this world, of this time, and has the grace, compassion and fortitude to walk beside her as she makes her way through this beautiful thing called life.
Joe Black: Careful Bill, you'll give yourself a heart attack and ruin my vacation.
Billy Beane: There are rich teams and there are poor teams, then there's fifty-feet of crap, and then there's us.
Billy Beane: You think losing is fun?
Billy Beane: You're doing it again.
Casey Beane: What?
Billy Beane: You're worrying about me.
Casey Beane: You're in last place, dad.
Billy Beane: Do I look worried?
Casey Beane: Yeah.
Billy Beane: 'Cause you're getting on an airplane. Those things crash all the time.
Billy Beane: Would you rather get one shot in the head or five in the chest and bleed to death?
Peter Brand: Are... Those my only options?
Billy Beane: I pay you to get on first, not get thrown out at second.
Billy Beane: How can you not get romantic about baseball?
Billy Beane: I'm not gonna fire you, Grady.
Grady Fuson: Fuck you, Billy.
Billy Beane: Now I will.
Peter Brand: I wanted you to see these player evaluations that you asked me to do.
Billy Beane: I asked you to do three.
Peter Brand: Yeah.
Billy Beane: To evaluate three players.
Peter Brand: Yeah.
Billy Beane: How many you'd do?
Peter Brand: Forty-seven.
Billy Beane: Okay.
Peter Brand: Actually, fifty-one. I don't know why I lied just then.
