Sydney Prosser: You're nothing to me until you're everything.

Sydney Prosser: You're nothing to me until you're everything.
Lefty: [standing next to Donnie's car at night] There's the boss. And, under him, there's the skipper. You know how this works?
Donnie Brasco: Yeah, it's like in the army.
Lefty: Bullshit. The army is some guy you don't know telling you to go whack some other guy you don't know.
Arm: [narrating] The Devers Don't Care About Blood… Blood Just Meant You Were Related… Loyalty Is What They Wanted
Mitch Henessey: What I'm saying is, back when we first met, you were all like "Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins." Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin' out. What up with that?
Gurty: Brother, mine.
Mike: Brother, mine.
Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Jimmy: It's not important how many people I've killed. What's important is how I get along with the people who are still alive.
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.
Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
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.