Daryle Jenkins: Guys like this only have three options: die young, life in prison, or, they start talking.

Daryle Jenkins: Guys like this only have three options: die young, life in prison, or, they start talking.
Violet Crawley: Stop that noise. I can't hear myself die.
Kelly Garrett: Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
Pete Garrison: You want to shoot me? Forget about the Kevlar. Shoot me in my face!
Trevor McKenney: I think some people are too scared, or something. I guess it's hard for people who are so used to things the way they are – even if they're bad – to change. 'Cause they kind of give up. And when they do, everybody kind of loses.
Billy McMahon: That being said, if you want something cold to drink, we'll hook you up.
Stuart: I'm ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.
Billy McMahon: I'm your Bill Holden in Stalag 17.
Stuart: I don't even… I really don't get that reference.
Billy McMahon: Google it.
Stuart: Alright…
Captain Harris: Don't touch those! Don't you ever touch my balls without asking!
Sara: Forgive me if I get a little emotional, but this is the day every mother dreams of. The day she watches her only daughter put a lock on her bedroom door, to keep her husband out.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: You had impressive moves for a cadet.
Cadet Nogata: Thank you. You see, it's a matter of the mind being mightier than the bosom.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: Interesting theory.
Göte: [repeated phrase] Put your weight on the downward ski, darling!