Medal of Valor LAPD: For their selfless actions and their exemplary service to the citizens of this city, the Medal of Valor is presented to Officer Brian Taylor and Officer Miguel Zavala.
Wardaddy: See that? That's a whole city on fire. I bet that's where those bombers were heading. The dying's not done. The killing's not done.
Old Sophie: A battleship? Howl: On its way to burn cities and people Old Sophie: The enemy's? Ours? Howl: What difference does it make?
SWAT Troop #1: [On discovering the bomb in the City Hall] Don't touch anything Detective Dunnigan: That wasn't one of my first instincts
Gothmog: Release the prisoners! Orc Lieutenant 1: Catapults! [the catapults fling dozens of severed heads into the city]
The Old Man: Old Detroit has a cancer. The cancer is crime, and it must be cut out before we employ the two million workers that will breathe life into this city again.
[from trailer] Ralph: Welcome, Mrs. P.L. Travers, to the city of angels. P.L. Travers: It smells... of... Ralph: Jasmine? P.L. Travers: Chlorine, and sweat.
Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
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.
Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. [stabs him] John Hartigan: Sucker.
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
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.
Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
Dwight: He's got the drop on her! Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
Emma Horton: Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.
