The Bride: You'll find it a bit lonely on my side.
Bill: Your side always was a bit lonely. But I wouldn't sit anywhere else. ♥
B.B.: Bang bang!
Bill: You're dead, mommy. So... die.
The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero?
Bill: I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. (...) That's you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive. But you're not a worker bee. You're a renegade killer bee. ♥
Danny Vinyard: I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed.
Danny Vinyard: So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.
Derek Vinyard: I'm lucky. I feel lucky because it's wrong, Danny. It's wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking myself all the time, how did I buy into this shit? It was because I was pissed off, and nothing I ever did ever took that feeling away. I killed two guys, Danny, I killed them. And it didn't make me feel any different. It just got me more lost and I'm tired of being pissed off, Danny. I'm just tired of it.
Hannibal Lecter: You stink of fear under that cheap lotion. You stink of fear Will, but you're not a coward. You fear me, but still you came here. You fear this shy boy, yet still you seek him out. Don't you understand, Will? You caught me because we're very much alike. Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. Fear... is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.
Dr. Chilton: Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?
Will Graham: I let him kill me.
Francis Dolarhyde: To me, you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. Before me you rightly tremble. But you owe me more than fear. You owe me awe.
Hannibal Lecter: What a collection of scars you have. Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful, our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
Don Corleone: But, now you come to me and you say "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my home on the day my daughter's to be married and you ask me to do murder for money.
Michael: My father made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
Kay Adams: What was that?
Michael: Luca Brasi held a gun to his head, and my father assured him that either his brains or his signature would be on the contract. That's a true story.
Don Corleone: Look how they massacred my boy!
Peter Clemenza: Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
Don Corleone: You talk about vengance. Is vengance going to bring your son back to you or my boy to me? I forgot the vengance of my son. But my youngest son had to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business. So now I have to make arraingments to bring him back safely cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a supersticious man. And if some unluck accident should befall him, if he should be shot in the head by a police officer, or if should hang himself in his jail cell, or if he's struck by a bolt of lightening, then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room and that, I do not forgive.
Amon Goeth: The truth, Helen, is always the right answer.
Amon Goeth: I would like so much to reach out to you and touch you in your loneliness. What would it be like, I wonder? What would be wrong with that? I realize that you are not a person in the strictest sense of the word, but, um, maybe you're right about that too. Maybe what's wrong, it's not us, it's this... I mean, when they compare you to vermin, to rodents and to lice. I just, uh, you make a good point. You make a very good point. Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? "Hath not a Jew eyes?" I feel for you Helen...
Oskar Schindler: I could have got more out. I could have got more. I don't know. If I'd just... I could have got more. ♥
Mr. Blonde: Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
Jules: Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. (oh yeah, the classic :D)
Lance: If you're all right, then say something.
Mia: ... something.
Adam: My name is Very Fucking Confused; what's YOUR name?
John: Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.
Dr. Lawrence Gordon: The patient ha...
Zepp: His name is John, Dr. Gordon. He's a very interesting person.
Dr. Lawrence Gordon: Thank you for that information Zepp, as you can see our orderlies form very special bonds with the patients.
Batman: Let her go!
The Joker: Very poor choice of words...
The Joker: See, I'm a man of simple tastes. I like dynamite, and gunpowder... and gasoline! Do you know what all of these things have in common? They're cheap! (...) You and your kind, all you care about is money. This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I'm gonna give it to them!
Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.