Agent Shaughnessy: He beat a man into a coma and left him hanging in the bathroom.
Dr. Alderwood: Like a towel?
Agent Shaughnessy: Do you know where he is?
Dr. Alderwood: Has he done something?
Agent Shaughnessy: Well, if by something you mean attempted murder, then yeah.
Dr. Alderwood: Attempted, well that is progress in a strange kind of way.
Trillian St. James: What the hell are these things?
Finnegan: Real unfriendly.
Katherine: It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
Evelyn: You know if you really love me, you'll find a way to drop dead in the next three seconds.
Stephen Price: Finding ways for me to die is really your deal, isn't it Eveline? Let's not forget the OJ knife with the not-quite-retractable blade. Your Jim Jones Kool-Aid was exactly that.
Evelyn: Accidents, all accidents until proven otherwise.
Evelyn: Who invited them?
Stephen Price: I don't know, it wasn't me and you say it wasn't you. Who then, Evelyn? Ghosts?
Evelyn: Ooh, spooky.
Evelyn: Congratu-fucking-lations.
Evelyn: I gave you a goddamn guest list two pages long. Where the hell are they?
Stephen Price: Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own: a group so hungry for money they'd be willing to do anything. I thought you'd be more comfortable with your peers.
Rachel: I'm with B.N.S.
Kelly Robinson: Yeah, what's B.N.S. stand for? Bitch that Needs some Slapping?
Rachel: There's one thing that will always make a man talk.
Alexander Scott: Cutting... my belt?
Kay Adams: Don't ask me why the order matters, but it does. Okay?
Brian: I don't even know where the kid lives.
Lenore: You found her in a city of 12 million people in less than 72 hours.
