[Anton confronts Vincent at Gattaca Aerospace] Vincent: What are you doing here, Anton? Anton Freeman: I should ask *you* that question. I have a right to be here. You don't. Vincent: Heh! You almost sound as if you believe that. I committed no murde...
Vincent: I can't go anywhere without seeing my own face. They'll recognize me. Jerome: They won't recognize you. Vincent: They'll recognize me. Jerome: I don't recognize you.
Vincent: I'll never understand what possessed my mother to put her faith in God's hands, rather than her local geneticist.
Jerome: What's your number? That's harassment. What's your number?
Caesar: Don't clean the glass too well. Vincent: Why's that? Caesar: You might get ideas.
Vincent: I'm sorry, the wind caught it...
Dr. Lamar: You go up next week. Please tell me you're the least bit excited. Vincent: I'll tell you at the end of the week
Jerome: My eyes are prettier.
Jerome: Jerome Morrow was never meant to be one step down on the podium.
Vincent: No, there's truly nothing remarkable about the progress of Jerome Morrow... Vincent: Except that I am *not* Jerome Morrow.
Dr. Lamar: Jerome, never shy, pisses on command. Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, Jerome. I ever told you that? Vincent: Only every time I'm in here. Dr. Lamar: Occupational hazard. I see a great many on the course of any given day. You...
Jerome: [to Vincent while his legs are in vices and healing] Wanna go dancing?
[after examining the murder of a man bludgeoned to death with a keyboard] Det. Hugo: Well... I guess we can rule out suicide.
German: You serious about this? I hope you're not wasting my time. Vincent: No, I... I'd give 100 percent. German: That'll get you half way there.
Vincent: [after Vincent's genetic test] What about the interview? Dr. Lamar: That was it.
Antonio: [to Vincent] The only way you're going to see the inside of a spaceship is if you were cleaning it.
Younger Vincent: Don't eat that, it's Pluto.
