Bad Blake: Thought you weren't gonnashow.
Bad Blake: Son, I've played sick, drunk, divorced, and on the run. Bad Blake hasn't missed a goddamn show in his whole fucking life.
Bad Blake: Fucking bowling alley.
Bad Blake: I wanna talk about how bad you make this room look. I never knew what a dump it was until you came in here.
Bad Blake: Ain't rememberin' wonderful?
Richard Bone: You know, you've got one big problem.
Alex Cutter: What's that?
Richard Bone: Your imagination.
Alex Cutter: These are just the facts, Rich. I mean, I haven't even begun to let my imagination loose on this one.
Ted Cole: Everything in fiction is a tool: pain, betrayal, even death. These are, you know, these are like, uh, different colors on a painter's palette. You need to use them.
Ted Cole: Everyone has mice. Mice are everywhere.
Ted Cole: And so the little boy was born, and he was happy. And his mommy was happy, too. Although she told the boy, at least once every day, "Don't ever, not ever, never, never, never, open the door in the floor." But of course, he was only a little boy. If you were that little boy, wouldn't you want to open that door in the floor?
Frank Baker: I'm sorry. I'm a bit wound up.
Jack Baker: Frank, you're a fucking alarm clock.
Jack Baker: You let that guy turn us into clowns tonight. We were always small time, but we were never clowns.
Jack Baker: Frank, if somebody requested "Chopsticks," you'd ask for the sheet music.
Jack Baker: Who I fuck and who I don't fuck is none of your fucking business.
Jack Baker: You look good.
Susie Diamond: You look like shit.
Jack Baker: No, I mean it. You look good.
Susie Diamond: I mean it, too. You look like shit.
Susie Diamond: So, make any resolutions?
Jack Baker: No, you?
Susie Diamond: Nah, I figure all that stuff's a bunch of crap, anyway. You do what you do, right?
Jack Baker: What's happened to you? Have you been kissing ass so long, you're starting to like it?
Laura Klein: Why didn't you call and say you were alive?
Max Klein: I thought I was dead.
Max Klein: Let's buy gifts for the dead.
Carla Rodrigo: You told me I was going to be safe with you.
Max Klein: You're safe. You're safe because we died already.
The Giver: You have the courage. Let me give you the strength.
