Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha HAA ha-ha HA! The wreckin' crew is here! Where IS that metallic mother... Clarence Boddicker: Zip it up, will you, man? Nothing fancy. Just kill him!
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it? John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.
Stanley Goodspeed: Okay, I've got some bad news, and some really bad news. The bad news is, is that the gas is corrosive and its eating our suits... Isherwood: It's all over my hand, man!
Freddy Newandyke: What is this? Holdaway: That's an amusing anecdote about a drug deal. Freddy Newandyke: What? Holdaway: Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a fucking job, man.
Doctor: Raymond, do you know what autistic is? Raymond: Yeah. Doctor: You know that word? Raymond: Yeah. Doctor: Are you autistic? Raymond: I don't think so. No. Definitely not.
Dr. Bruner: Raymond, wouldn't you feel more relaxed in your favorite K-Mart clothes? Charlie: Tell him, Ray. Raymond: K-Mart sucks. Dr. Bruner: Oh, I see.
[in a pancake restaurant] Charlie: Okay, Ray, we've got blueberry, buckwheat, all flavors, what kind do you want? Raymond: Pancakes. Charlie: I know, but what kind? Raymond: Pancakes.
[Ray and Charlie are sitting at a duck pond. Ray is staring off into space] Charlie: Raymond, what are you looking at? The ducks are over here. What are you looking at? Raymond: I don't know.
Commoner: But is there anyone who's really good? Maybe goodness is just make-believe. Priest: What a frightening... Commoner: Man just wants to forget the bad stuff, and believe in the made-up good stuff. It's easier that way.
Liaison Man: You mean for this "space race", you don't want our best pilots? Recruiter: I didn't say that. We want the best pilots that we can get.
Max Fischer: How the hell did you get so rich? You're a quitter, man! Herman Blume: I spent eight million dollars on this. Max Fischer: And is that all you're willing to spend?
Julio: Hey, Lester my man. Ouch. Who got over on you, bro? Pimp Lester: Some puta who's forwarding address is gonna be in ten different zip codes, all of them dumpsters.
Ethel: Royal, this is Henry Sherman. Royal: [shaking hands with him] Hey, lay it on me, man. Henry Sherman: How do you do? Royal: Not too well, I'm dying.
Jeff: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times? Lisa: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.
William Somerset: If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the devil, I mean if he's Satan himself, that might live up to our expectations, but he's not the devil. He's just a man.
C-3PO: Excuse me sir, but might I inquire as to what's going on? Han Solo: Why not? C-3PO: Impossible man.
Alejandro Sosa: Tony what happened? Tony Montana: Aww, Alex, we had some problems you know, your man he wouldn't listen to me so I had to cancel his fucking contract.
[looking for a certain type of flower] Donkey: Blue flower, red thorns. Blue flower, red thorns. Blue flower, red thorns. Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn't COLOR-BLIND!
Rufus Ryker: [speaking of Joe Starrett] Tell him I'm a reasonable man. Tell him things have gone far enough. Tell him I'm beat. Tell him anything but, by Jupiter, get him here!
George: Waking up begins with saying am and now. For the past eight months waking up has actually hurt. The cold realization that I am still here slowly sets in.
George: For the first time in my life I can't see my future. Every day goes by in a haze, but today I have decided will be different.
