Tommy Frigo: Don't get all drunk and fall asleep.
James Brennan: Why?
Tommy Frigo: 'Cause i'll jack off on your face.
Mike Howell: Something very weird is happening to me: I keep killing people! There's a chance I may be... a robot.
Mike Howell: I really am sorry, Phoebe. I really thought I could beat the panic attacks this time.
Phoebe: It's okay.
Mike Howell: It's not.
Phoebe: No, it's fine.
Mike Howell: No, it's not fine. This is something I really wanted to do for you. Then I ruined it and now we're going back home.
Phoebe: You didn't ruin this.
Mike Howell: Yes, I did. It's my fault. You should be mad at me. Why not?
Phoebe: No. You can't help it, Mike.
Mike Howell: Okay. Thanks.
Lex Luthor: You don't need to forge a silver bullet. But if you do, you don't need to depend on the kindness of monsters.
Simon: I don't know how to be myself. It's like I'm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I want to be versus the type of man I actually am and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done. I'm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me.
The Colonel: There aren't too many like you. Are there, Simon?
Simon: I'd like to think I'm pretty unique.
Simon: I have all these things that I want to say to her, like... Like how I can tell she's a lonely person, even if other people can't. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.