Dwight: [after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery] She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.
Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
[from trailer] Dwight: It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.
Stuka: [after getting shot with an arrow] Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me. Schutz: There's something wrapped around it. Some kind of note. Manute: Give it to me. Stuka: Guys, this is st...
Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the b...
Marv: [Marv is walking in the back door to Kadie's] [voiceover] Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City... Bouncer: [the bouncer throws someone out the door] Leave your hands off Nancy! Marv: [voiceover] ... and you could find anything. [Mar...
Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
Yellow Bastard: [to Hartigan] My dad - I'd love him if I didn't *hate* him! He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet to grow back that equipment you blew off between my legs! He succeeded, although, as you can see, there were some... side...
Dwight: [while being rescued from the Tar Pits] Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
[Marv's last line, blood pouring from his mouth, after the first shock from the electric chair] Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies? [They shock him again]
John Hartigan: Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye.
Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing...
Yellow Bastard: Do you think I'm tired? You think I'm getting tired? You're the one who's gonna crack! You'll crack! You'll cry and beg! You'll Scream! Oh, yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow! You'll scream! [leans in closer] Yellow Bastard: ...