Evan: I heard she got breast reduction surgery. Seth: What? That's like slapping God across the face for giving you a beautiful gift. Evan: She had back problems, man.
[first lines] Evan: Yo. Seth: Hey, man, I was doing some research for next year and I think I figured out which website I wanna subscribe to. The Vag-Tastic Voyage.
[last lines] Old James Ryan: Tell me I have led a good life. Ryan's Wife: What? Old James Ryan: Tell me I'm a good man. Ryan's Wife: You *are*.
Young Woman Buying Ring: [after Anna tells her that the ring belonged to a woman who loved a man she couldn't be with] Did he have wavy hair and chestnut eyes?
Writer: A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he's worth something. And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?
Jake Hoyt: [after smoking angel dust] Who are you? Alonzo Harris: I'm the zig-zag man, who the fuck are you? Jake Hoyt: I'm a cop. Alonzo Harris: Watch out... don't shoot nobody.
Martins: I was going to stay with him, but he died Thursday. Crabbin: Goodness, that's awkward. Martins: Is that what you say to people after death? "Goodness, that's awkward"?
Martins: I'd make comic faces... and stand on my head and grin at you between my legs... and tell all sorts of jokes. I wouldn't stand a chance, would I?
Old Man: I just can't take no pleasure in killing. There's just some things you gotta do. Don't mean you have to like it.
Randolph Duke: That man is a product of a poor environment. There's nothing wrong with him, I can prove it. Mortimer Duke: Of course there's something wrong with him... he's a Negro!
Francis (Franco) Begbie: That lassie got glassed, and no cunt leaves here till we find out what cunt did it. Man: [shouts] Who the fuck are you? Francis (Franco) Begbie: Yeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! [kicks him in the crotch]
[In the Night Club after Drexel has beaten Clarence] Drexl Spivey: He must have thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it? Marty: No man, It ain't white boy day.
Kuato: What do you want, Mr. Quaid? Douglas Quaid: The same as you; to remember. Kuato: But why? Douglas Quaid: To be myself again. Kuato: You are what you do. A man is defined by his actions, not his memory.
Man in Bathtub: [clinging onto his shower curtain while watching Truman clinging onto his boat in the storm] YOU CAN DO IT! HOLD ON!
Dewart: You've got a good life, Curtis. I think that's the best compliment you can give a man; take a look at his life and say, 'That's good'.
Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Get back, I say, or I'll shoot you all like dogs! Keep order here! Keep order I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat.
Will Munny: It's a hell of a thing, ain't it, killin' a man. You take everything he's got... and everything he's ever gonna have... The Schofield Kid: Well, I guess they had it... comin'. Will Munny: We all got it comin', Kid.
Coffer: Mr Thornton; you, ah, rode with Pike, what kinda man we up against? Deke Thornton: [thinking back] The best. He never got caught.
Man on TV: I do not await the future, anticipating salvation, absolution, not even enlightenment through process. I subscribe to the premise that this flawed perfection is sufficient and complete, in every single ineffable moment.
Man on TV: A single ego is an absurdly narrow vantage from which to view this experience. And where most consider their individual relationship to the universe, I contemplate relationships of my various selves to one another.
Dorothy: Did you say something? Tin Woodsman: [indiscernible sounds from the Tin Man, who is rusted] Dorothy: He said oil can! Scarecrow: Oil can what? Dorothy: Oil can.
