Mitch Wilkinson: We both know what has to happen here, Ben.
Ben Gates: One of us keeps the door open and stays behind.
Riley Poole: I vote Mitch!
Riley: What's new with you?
Ben Gates: Well, my girlfriend kicked me out, I'm living with my dad, and my family killed President Lincoln.
Riley: All right.
Ben Gates: Someone else is after the treasure.
Riley Poole: Of course someone else is after it. It's the axiom of treasure hunting.
Cris Johnson: I've seen every possible ending. None of them are good for you.
Cris Johnson: Here is the thing about the future. Every time you look at, it changes, because you looked at it, and that changes everything else.
Cris Johnson: Every once in a while what we think is magic is the real deal hiding behind a $50.00 trick, because the alternative is impossible for others to live with.
Cris Johnson: There's an Italian painter, named Carlotti, and he uh, ahem, defined beauty. He said it was the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered, and that's you. You're beautiful.
Liz: Wow.
Cris Johnson: I have a small magic act back in Vegas. The Frank Cadillac Show.
Liz: I thought your name was Cris.
Cris Johnson: It is. Frank Cadillac is my stage name.
Liz: How'd you come up with that?
Cris Johnson: I picked two things I really like and put them together. Frankenstein and Cadillacs.
Charlie: Daddy, can we pay the ghost?
Mike Lawford: Pay the what?
Charlie Bodell: Well, what's the point of being a teenager if you can't dress weird?
Rob: Derek why do you care about these people? They don't care about you, none of them.
Rob: They don't even know you because you haven't shown them.
Rob: Everyday you wake up and there'll be less of you you live your life for them and they don't even see you.
Rob: You don't even see yourself. We don't get a lot of things to really care about.
Rob: You should use stale bread for french toast.
Rob: What happened to the persimmon tree?
Bryce: What's a persimmon?
Rob: It's a uh. It's an orange fruit looks kind of like tomato.
Rob: You can't eat it if it's not ripe it's awful.
Rob: But if you give it time, it gets rid of these things called tannins and then they are very good.
Bryce: I don't think we have a persimmon tree.
Rob: No? That's OK.
Bryce: Did it die?
Rob: We don't get a lot of things to really care about.
Paul Maguire: I want to find her. I want to find who took her, and.
Danny Doherty: They're dead, Paulie. They just don't know it yet, right?
Paul Maguire: I killed a man, when I was seventeen. Caitlin's age. I got into a fight. Someone handed me a knife. Sometimes I dream about that night. In the dream I see myself, and I try to stop it, but I can't. Then I wake up, and I wonder what would have happened, if no-one handed me that knife. What my life, what our lives, might have been.
Vanessa: Paul.
Paul Maguire: I'm sorry I let you down.
Kane: How someone like you got as far as you did in the organization, without knowing its ghosts.
Paul Maguire: Lives are quiet. Like knives.
Matt: Hand me a bag of shit and tell me it's fish and chips.
Stanley Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
John Mason: Your "best"! Losers always whine about their "best"! Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
Stanley Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.
John Mason: Really?
[Goodpseed cocks his gun.]
Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah.
