Alexa 'Lex' Woods: Where exactly on the ice is this?
Charles Bishop Weyland: It's not on the ice, it's 2000 feet under it.
Pik van Cleef: It appears your trophy is ripping us a new orifice.
Emil Fouchon: Let me review the tactical situation for you, gentlemen. Boudreaux is wounded. He's been pursued and harried across miles of open country. Now he's cornered and outnumbered 20 to 1. He's an annoying little fucking insect and I want him stepped on hard.
Freddy Ross: You think if she could see she'd hang around with an old dog like you? Your stomach's going around to meet itself behind your back.
Sgt. John Berlin: Bullshit. I'm in my prime, baby.
Freddy Ross: Bits.
Sgt. John Berlin: What do you mean "bits"?
Freddy Ross: Policeman's bodies age at different rates. Look at me... I got a belly in its 50's, my balls are in their 60's and my feet are in their 80's.
Haggis: Who are you?
Ed Harley: Um, Ed Harley. I've come.
Haggis: I'm afraid raising the dead ain't within my power.