Jim Feingold: We're like an experiential Book-of-the-Month Club.
[first title card] Title: The Western and Atlantic Flyer speeding into Marietta, Ga., in the Spring of 1861.
[last title card] Title: Heroes of the day.
Mikey: Let's... Andy: -get out of... Richard 'Data' Wang: -here! Stef: Like now!
Mama Fratelli: Follow them size five's
Mr. McGuire: [behind Benjamin] Ben. Benjamin: [to Joanne] Excuse me. [turns] Benjamin: Mr. McGuire. Mr. McGuire: Ben. Benjamin: Mr. McGuire.
Matt Kowalski: Half of North America just lost their Facebook.
Ryan Stone: Fuck! Matt Kowalski: Copy that.
Ryan Stone: What do I do? What do I do?
Ryan Stone: [last lines, upon landing on earth] Ryan Stone: Thank you. Ryan Stone: [stumbles, reconsiders] Ryan Stone: No.
[repeated line] J.T.: Best in Texas.
J.T.: That boy's got the devil in him.
[speeding by a bunch of cows] Kim: Moo, muthafucker, moo!
Stuntman Mike: [to Zoë] Get ready to fly, bitch!
Dov: But sometime earlier in the night I did have fuckability style, right?
Batou: Get out of the fucking way!
[last lines] Andrew Largeman: So what do we do? What do we do?
Walt Kowalski: [to Thao] Have some respect, zipperhead. We're in mourning here.
[subtitled version] Chiaki Mamiya: I'll be waiting in the future. Makoto Konno: I'll be right there. I'll run there.
Armansky: She's different in every way.
Vincent: There's no gene for fate.
