Marv: I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me the how and the why and a face an...
Yellow Bastard: [on the phone] And it'd better be perfect or I'm gonna call my dad!
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Dwight: It wasn't "Stop." Shellie wasn't saying "Stop." If I had waited and listened to her, I would've known. I could've warned the girls to go easy. To settle for scaring them off. Shellie didn't say "Stop," she said "Cop." He's a *cop*. Detective ...
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby. Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs. Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk. Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.
Dwight: First, we gotta rescue Gail. Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill.
John Hartigan: Nancy's car. Six miles from the farm. "Nobody but me can keep this heap running" she told me. Good girl. The car stalled out on that yellow bastard and you didn't tell him how to start it up again. You kept your mouth shut. I'll bet Ju...
John Hartigan: [to Nancy] Whatever he does to you: don't scream.
Cop: Sir! There's no sign of the target. Marv: Here's a sign. [comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch]
Jack Rafferty: You're gonna love this, baby.
Marv: [voiceover] Goldie's dead. I've been framed for murder. The cops are in on it. Cop: [knocks on door] Open up! Police! Marv: I'll be right out. [flicks lighter shut] Marv: [Door is blown off its hinges, taking several cops with it]
Nancy Callahan: [to Hartigan] It has always been you. All these years...
John Hartigan: [beating the Yellow Bastard's head in] After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Brian: [to Dwight] Never give an Irishman a cause for revenge.
[Marv has been mistaken for Goldie's murderer] Marv: You crazy god-damn broad! Just take a look at this mug. Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you? None of you would, but Goldie... But she only did because she thought I co...
Marv: I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs.
