Jack:
I don’t want to get in a bar fight. People are always getting in bar fights. It’s such a damn cliche. You hear about it all the time and you see it in the motion pictures, people are getting hit in the head with beer bottles, and furniture, and…
[breaks a bottle over a man’s head]
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.
[from end of movie bloopers]
Calvin Joyner: Are you not a super tool? You're not even Robbie Wheirdicht. You're Bob Stone!
Bob Stone: Shh! I made that name up.
Calvin Joyner: So what?
Bob Stone: It's not real.
Calvin Joyner: What does that mean? What, you think Mr. T, and Sting, and The Rock… You think those guys are real? That's a bunch of dumbass nicknames by a bunch of dumbass people.
Marcus: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Mike: What?
[Cole Williams confronts Micky for the first time again]
Ben Campbell:
[narrating, when we see Micky tied up in the basement of the casino]
I had a 1590 on my SAT. I got a 44 on my MCATs. And I have a 4.0 GPA from MIT. I thought I had my life mapped out. But then I remembered what my Nonlinear Equations professor once told me, always account for variable change.
Cole Williams:
[Cole Williams walks out of the shadows]
Hello, Micky.
Micky Rosa:
Look, I got money in Boston. A hundred grand. I’ll give it to you. If you just let me walk away. I’ll walk away.
Cole Williams:
I don’t want your money, Micky. I don’t need it. But I know someone who might be interested. He’s good with numbers, too. He works for the IRS.
Max Cady: I ain't no white trash piece of shit. I'm better than you all! I can out-learn you. I can out-read you. I can out-think you. And I can out-philosophize you. And I'm gonna outlast you. You think a couple whacks to my guts is gonna get me down? It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that, Counselor, to prove you're better than me!
Cameron Poe:
[to Billy]
Put… the bunny… back… in the box.
Agent Hall: [from the trailer]
[exasperated]
Agent Hall: You shot Baker
Agent Nivens: [bluntly] No I didn't… Tom did
Wrigley:
Uh, I’ll just have a, um, salad, please. Um, baby field greens.
Nero’s Waitress:
What did you call me?
Wrigley:
Uh, no, I-I… I-I didn’t call you anything.
Nero’s Waitress:
You want a salad?
Wrigley:
Yeah. Do you… Do you have a, uh, green salad?
Nero’s Waitress:
What the fuck color would it be?
Reggie:
Jack… Tell me a story.
Jack:
Fuck you!
Reggie:
Oh, that’s one of my favorites.