Chris Vaughn: Get your tail-lights fixed, sir.
Jay Hamilton: What's wrong with my tail-lights?
Chris Vaughn: [Vaughn smashes the tail-lights with a 4X4] They're broken.

Chris Vaughn: Get your tail-lights fixed, sir.
Jay Hamilton: What's wrong with my tail-lights?
Chris Vaughn: [Vaughn smashes the tail-lights with a 4X4] They're broken.
[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.
Jack Reacher: There are three things cops never do. They don't vote Democrat, they don't drive Cadillacs, and they never use personal vehicles.
[first lines]
Middle Schooler: Look! Here Comes The Retard Rocket!
[starts pelting snowballs at the deaf bus Wesley's on]
Overgård: It's arctic trout… with noodles.
Klimek: I don't have kids, I would suffer too much if something happened to them.
Astrid: [screaming joyfully] Good morning! Lemonade!
Ivan Danko: I have car under control.
Art Ridzik: Yeah, I'm sure they taught you all about cars and the price of insurance at your famous Russian school in Kiev!
Ivan Danko: In socialist countries, insurance not necessary. State pays for everything.
Art Ridzik: Yeah? Well, tell me something, Captain. If you've got such a fucking paradise over there, how come you're up the same creek as we are with heroin and cocaine?
Ivan Danko: Chinese find way. Right after revolution, they round up all drug dealers, all drug addicts, take them to public square, and shoot them in back of head.
Art Ridzik: Ah, it'd never work here. Fucking politicians wouldn't go for it.
Ivan Danko: Shoot them first.
Yves Saint Laurent: I don't fear critics.
Carl Mørck: God is dead. The state fails. But love prevails. If you… If you are lucky.