Ian Donnelly: [reading from a book by Louise Banks] "Language is the foundation of civilization. It is the glue that holds a people together. It is the first weapon drawn in a conflict."
Ian Donnelly: [reading from a book by Louise Banks] "Language is the foundation of civilization. It is the glue that holds a people together. It is the first weapon drawn in a conflict."
Mr. Big: Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.
Lt. Mauser: [Mauser and Proctor are spying on Lassard greeting the new recruits in his office] So… these academy rats are going to save the precinct?
Proctor: Hey, personally, lieutenant, I hope they fall flat on their asses.
Lt. Mauser: That can be arranged, you know?
Proctor: What do you mean?
Lt. Mauser: Well, if they fail, I take over as commander of the precinct.
Lt. Mauser: So?
Lt. Mauser: So… we make sure they fail.
Proctor: Who?
Lt. Mauser: The new recruits.
Proctor: Why?
Lt. Mauser: If they fail, Lassard's out, I'm in. And I'm gonna need somebody to be the new watch commander. And you know who that's gonna be.
Proctor: [confused] Who?
Lt. Mauser: [annoyed] You, dickhead, you!
Proctor: Oh… oh… well, good idea.
Lt. Mauser: You're not playing with a full deck, are you?
Proctor: Oh, I don't play cards.
Janine Melnitz: Your father wasn't much of a homemaker. He could barely keep the power on.
Callie: You're saying he left us nothing?
Janine Melnitz: Well, I wouldn't say nothing… there is quite a bit of debt.
[Jack, unconvinced of Lucy's identity, pulls her aside to get some straight answers]
Lucy Hargrove: [struggling in Jack's grip] Excuse me! Let go of me! I am not a piece of luggage!
Jack Huston: No, you're absolutely right. Luggage comes with a tag that tells you where it came from.
Ken: To be honest, when I found out the patriarchy wasn't just about horses, I lost interest.
Axel: You got a fifty dollar bill?
Jon Flint: I got a wife and three kids. I haven't seen a fifty in twelve years.
Mrs. Chen: The chocolate delivery hasn't arrived yet.
Venom: No!
Eddie Brock: Oh, no. We have a deal.
Mrs. Chen: What's gonna happen? You gonna stop protecting me? I don't think so. I've been keeping my mouth shut, feeding your little secret.
Eddie Brock: Wow. Little old Mrs. Chen, is a little old blackmailer, huh?
Mrs. Chen: Less of the old. I am 39.
Venom: And I am Barry Manilow.
Eddie Brock: Right.
Venom: I am happy to eat Mrs. Chen.
Eddie Brock: No, no, you cannot eat Mrs. Chen.
Mrs. Chen: What?
Eddie Brock: Well, I guess it's gonna have to be plan B.
Mrs. Chen: What's plan B?
Lisbeth Salander: You can't blame me for leaving that day.
Camilla Salander: That day? This is not about a day. This is about a lifetime. Are you not Lisbeth Salander, the righter of wrongs? The girl who hurts men who hurt women? All those lucky ladies. Wives, mothers, sisters. I could never figure it out. Why did you help everyone but me? For sixteen years, every day, you chose not to save me.
[Willie has just passed out]
Gin: Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something.
Marcus: What do you mean, get him outta here?
Gin: Take him to the car.
Marcus: In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm?
Gin: That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same.
Marcus: Special treatment? I'm 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?
Gin: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
Marcus: Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.
Gin: What'd you call me thigh-high?
Marcus: I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!
Gin: I could stick you up my ass, small fry.
Marcus: Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night?
Gin: You got some lip on you midget.
Marcus: Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!