Helena Ayala: [to Frankie] Now get out of the car and shoot him in the head!
Javier Rodriguez: It's all about the money.
Toby: I'm out of cigarettes. Bree Osbourne: Quel dommage. Toby: What's quel dommage mean? Bree Osbourne: It means you're not getting any cigarettes.
Mr. Potato Head: Oh, really? I'm from Playskool. Rex: And I'm from Mattel. Well, I'm not really from Mattel, I'm actually from a smaller company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.
Rex: Great! Now I have guilt!
Lorne Lutch: I didn't even smoke Marlboros. I smoked Kools.
BR: [BR is reading Heather's damning article] Bitch. Nick Naylor: Whore.
[last lines] Curtis: [urging] Sam. Samantha: Okay.
Jack: I'm the king of the world!
Jack: [stepping into the water after Rose rescues him] Oh shit this is cold! Shit, shit, shit.
Cal Hockley: Any room for a gentleman, gentlemen?
Cal Hockley: Rose is displeased... what to do?
[after the collision] Jack: This is bad!
Sandy: I'm going to feel this way until I don't feel this way anymore.
[first lines] Quick Mike: Dammit! Come a-running, lad! Delilah Fitzgerald: Stop it!
Malone: You're muckin' with a G here, pal!
McManus: The news said it's raining in New York.
Keaton: McManus. What the fuck is going on? McManus: The strangest thing...
McManus: Dean Keaton... gone clean huh? Say it aint so.
Jack Baer, FBI: [to the talking Hungarian] Shut up, I'm on the phone!
Verbal: Big fat guy, I mean like orca fat.
