Nemo Nobody aged 118: Every path is the right path. Everything could've been anything else. And it would have just as much meaning.
Jonathan Mardukas: [as Jack is stealing a truck] I don't like this. I don't like anything you do, to tell you the truth. Nothing.
Mr. Park: You see, they say that people shrivel up because they have an imagination. So, don't imagine anything, you'll become brave as hell.
Philomena: And after I had the sex, I thought anything that feels so lovely must be wrong. Martin Sixsmith: Fucking Catholics.
Brandon Shaw: I've always thought that it was out of character for David to drink anything as corrupt as Whiskey. Phillip Morgan: Out of character for him to be murdered, too.
Jayden: Why? Grace: It's impossible to worry about anything else when there's blood coming out of you.
Diane Court: Nobody thinks it will work, do they? Lloyd Dobler: No. You just described every great success story.
Lloyd Dobler: One question: are you here 'cause you need someone, or 'cause you need me?... Forget it, I don't care.
Jim Court: You're not a permanent part of her life. You're a distraction. Lloyd Dobler: I'm the distraction that's going with her to England, sir.
D.C.: Why don't you just call her again? Lloyd Dobler: I draw the line at 7 unreturned phone calls.
Lloyd Dobler: The rain on my car is a baptism, the new me, Ice Man, Power Lloyd, my assault on the world begins now.
Lloyd Dobler: What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter. I'm good at it.
Lloyd Dobler: You probably got it all figured out, Corey. If you start out depressed everything's kind of a pleasant surprise.
Lloyd Dobler: Joe. Joe. She's written 65 songs... 65. They're all about you. They're all about pain. Joe: So what's up?
Corey Flood: Diane Court doesn't go out with guys like you. She's a brain. D.C.: Trapped in the body of a game-show hostess.
Joe: [Lloyd has just explained his feelings for Diane] Dude, I don't even feel that way about my car, man.
Corey Flood: Brains stick with brains. The bomb could go off and their mutant genes would form the same cliques.
Omar: And chico, if anything happens to that buy-money, eee pobrecito... my boss is gonna stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked.
Ann Newton: I never make up anything. I get everything from my books. They're all true.
Jack Torrance: [disappointed at finding the bar empty] God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
Private Reiben: I got a bad feeling about this one. Captain Miller: When was the last time you felt good about anything?
