Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track!
Cole Trickle: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you… he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.

Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track!
Cole Trickle: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you… he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.
Charlie: Once upon a time there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women with three things in common: they're brilliant, they're beautiful, and they work for me. My name is Charlie.
Bobby: You never heard the saying, never rob a bank across from a diner with the best donuts in three counties?
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Rättens ordförande: I have to remind that you testify under oath.
Seth Rydell: Mm. But I saw nothing.
Åklagare: Then perhaps you can explain how you could see nothing. Since you in the police interviews have said that you were in the same shower room.
Seth Rydell: Soap, in the eyes.
Åklagare: Must surely have heard the scream?
Seth Rydell: I could put it like this… If you hear a scream and you stand in the shower in a big fucking shower room and your eyes are full with soap, is your first thought that there's some poor fellow who's getting stuffed down in the corner? No, that is hardly the first thought. You'll think, just as I did, that there is someone who has got soap in their eyes. And I want to add that the County Council's soap is strong as hell.
Marcus: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Mike: What?
Marcus Burnett: [while Reggie stands at the front door of the house] You a virgin?
Reggie: Yes.
Marcus Burnett: Good. Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be no fucking tonight.
[Mike, Marcus, and Julie start arguing, nobody paying attention to his gun; Julie just walks out]
Store Clerk: Hey, freeze bitch!
Mike Lowrey: [as he points the gun her way, in a flash Mike and Marcus stop arguing and point their guns at his head] YOU freeze, bitch!
Store Clerk: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
Mike Lowrey: Now back up, put the gun down, and get me a pack of Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.
Marcus Burnett: And some Skittles.
Boyd 'Bible' Swan: Wait until you see it.
Norman Ellison: See what?
Boyd 'Bible' Swan: What a man can do to another man.
Baby: You and I are a team, Doc.
Doc: Don't feed me any more lines from Monsters Inc. It pisses me off.
Doc: It's one of Samm 's favourite.
Angela: Just think about it. Our whole world is sitting there on a computer. It's in the computer, everything: your, your DMV records, your, your social security, your credit cards, your medical records. It's all right there. Everyone is stored in there. It's like this little electronic shadow on each and everyone of us, just, just begging for someone to screw with, and you know what? They've done it to me, and you know what? They're gonna do it to you.