The Motorcycle Boy: Blind terror in a fight can easily pass for courage.
Marv: I don't know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how. I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty - my kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. I love you, Goldie.
Cardinal Roark: Kevin?
Marv: What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you won't feel bad.
Marv: There's no settling down. It's going to be blood for blood and by the gallons. It's the old days. The bad days. The all-or-nothing days. They're back.
Cardinal Rourk: What the hell do you know?
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for. Amen.
Cardinal Roark: Is killing me going to bring you joy?
Marv: Not in the killing. But everything leading up to it is gonna be a gas.
Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.
Wendy: You sat there and took it, when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...
Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one, getting the gun and I don't hurt dames.
Marv: How did I get here? What have I done, and why? I can't remember for the life of me.
Marv: Remember when you did, remember what you did.
Marv: Why'd he call me "Bernie"?
Marv: What have I done, and why? I must have forgotten my medicine. I've got a condition. It's bad to forget your medicine when you've got a condition.
Nancy Callahan: Looks like trouble.
Marv: Looks like Christmas.
The Cook: It's not what the pussy can do for you, it's what you can do for the pussy.
The Cook: Nice titties. Small ass.
