The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.
The Tramp: You can see now? A Blind Girl: Yes, I can see now.
Dr. Schreber: You still don't understand, John. You were never a boy. Not in this place.
Mr. Book: He's becoming like us. Mr. Wall: So we must become like him.
Pinkley: [impersonating a General] Where are you from, son? Soldier: Madison City, Missouri, sir! Pinkley: Never heard of it.
Capt. McCluskey: How's the Italian food in this restaurant? Sollozzo: Good. Try the veal, it's the best in the city. Capt. McCluskey: I'll have it.
T.E. Lawrence: I cannot fiddle but I can make a great state of a small city.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Gothmog: [sniffs] Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their suffering.
Freder: It was their hands that built this city of ours, Father. But where do the hands belong in your scheme? Joh Frederson: In their proper place, the depths.
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
Marv: [to Kevin] I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
John Hartigan: [pounding Yellow Bastard into floor] John Hartigan: [shouts] Eight long years, you son of a bitch!
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]
John Hartigan: [after pounding Roark Jr.'s head to mush] So long, Junior. Been a pleasure.
Shellie: Forget it, man, You can bang on that door *all* night if you want. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in.
Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives, they gotta hang with you?
