Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.

Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
Rhyme: There are five basic contaminants in a crime scene. I'll skip to the worse one. Other cops.
[last lines]
Marshall: [voice-over] Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
Mr. Earl Brooks: [whispering to himself] God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time and enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is and not as I would have it, trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen.
Marie: Don't be curious. That's not a rule, but still, it annoys me. Believe me, life is much better when I'm not annoyed.
Youngblood Priest: You ain't got shit. Literally. You're three months behind on your mortgage payments, and I don't care how many gangsters from Joyland you got with you. Ain't nobody more gangster than a bank.
Scott: Say good night, asshole.
Luc: Good night, asshole.
Grant: You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
John McClane: Story of my life.
Molly Bloom: To whoever answered that the worst thing that can happen in sports is getting 4th place in the Olympics: Seriously? Fuck you.
[first lines]
Brian Reader: The problem with gold is the effect it has on people. It drives them crazy. I blame the Old Testament.
Hondo: How can I trust a man who won't eat a good old-fashioned American hotdog?
Street: [smiling] He's a vegetarian.