Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Layne: It's people like you that are sending this country down the tubes. No sense of pride. No sense of loyalty. No sense of nothing, man.
Clarissa: You didn't have to call me a stupid bitch.
Layne: You would have driving right past us. We had to yell something.
Matt: You yelled it Layne.
Clarissa: I got a name you know. You're lucky I didn't just drive right home.
Layne: OKay, okay, okay. I'm sorry Clarissa, but you've got to understand that in a time like this where every fucking second counts, a man can't waste his time choosing words.
Layne: It's circuits inside. The people that own this place have them all reconnected caused they know that if I ever learn this machines I'll take control the fucking universe.
Willard: You stole this company from my father. It killed him and it killed my mother and now you're trying to kill me. You're trying to take my house. You made a fool of me in front of everybody. You made me hate myself. I thought about it a lot, hating myself. Well right now, at this moment, I like myself.
Willard: They'll do anything I tell them.
Frank Martin: Then tell them to get the fuck out of my office.
Willard's Mother: Oh, what is that on your hand?
Willard: I... it's, it's soap.
Willard's Mother: It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will - when will you find yourself a girl?