Father Benedetto: Of course... You're American. You think you can escape history. You live for the present.
Jack: I try to, Father.
Father Benedetto: I ask him to look after those of my friends who are sinners.
Jack: All men are sinners.
Father Benedetto: Some are greater sinners than others. But those who seek peace are much sinning in the history.
Jack: Did you ever wanna be anything but a priest?
Father Benedetto: Have you ever wanted to be anything other than a photographer?
Jack: I do what I'm good at.
Harry Pfarrer: Maybe I can get a run in.
Harry Pfarrer: Oh my fuck... I just killed a fucking spook!
Harry Pfarrer: Who the fuck do you work for, you fucker?
Harry Pfarrer: Go around the corner, we'll do it in the back.
Katie Cox: You're so coarse.
Harry Pfarrer: Back of the car... Not the rear entry situation.
Jim Byrd: You're 32 years old, and you've achieved nothing. Jesus Christ was dead and alive again by 33. You better get crackin'.
Matt King: Paradise? Paradise can go fuck itself.
Matt King: What is it that makes the women in my life destroy themselves?
Matt King: Elizabeth is dying. Wait... Fuck you. And she's dying.
Matt King: On the phone he can escape, in person, he's got nowhere to go. I wanna see his face.
Matt King: I don't want my daughters growing up entitled and spoiled. And I agree with my father - you give your children enough money to do something, but not enough to do nothing.
Doug Ross: Dr. Weaver and the sound of her own voice. A love story.
Carlos: What? Were they psychos, or...?
Seth Gecko: They look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits 'em. I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!
Jacob Fuller: He's my son.
Seth Gecko: Oh yeah? How does that happen? You don't look Japanese.
Jacob Fuller: Neither does he. He looks Chinese.
Seth Gecko: Oh well, excuse me, all the hell.
Seth Gecko: So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfucking servant of God?
Jacob Fuller: I'm a mean hm... Hm... Servant of God.
