Here's your new ID. If you go, you're gone for good.Passport Issuer
Brenda: Just wait until he lands on my old Kentucky home.
Bill: More beer? More beer.
Doug Billings: Either way, you gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay?
Alan Garner: Oh really?
Doug Billings: It's not easy.
Alan Garner: Okay, well maybe we should tell that to Rain Man, because he practically bankrupted a casino, and he was a ruh-tard.
Stu Price: A what?
Alan Garner: He was a ruh-tard.
Doug Billings: [pauses to figure out what Alan was saying] *RE*tard.
David Mills: Hey, loser.
Tracy Mills: Hi, idiot.
Rogue: Logan, come on. Let's go.
Wolverine: Go, I'll be fine!
Rogue: But we won't.
Fletcher: Mr. Falk, would I be accurate, if I described your relationship with Mrs. Cole as totally professional? I *object*, Your Honor, and I move to strike!
Judge Stevens: Mr. Reede, I don't know what you're on, but you better get to the point, and quick!
Odessa: You married?
Slide: Say what?
Odessa: You married?
Slide: No, I ain't married. What's up?
Odessa: Just taking a poll.
Slide: Taking a poll?
Odessa: I'll take your poll...
It became more of a job than a sport to play.William Gates
Sylvia: Please take me home.
Will: I can't do that.
Will: You're keeping me alive.
Ron: Have you spoken to Hermione?
Harry: She should be out of hospital in a few days... when she stops coughing up fur balls.
[Upon learning the Police have found Delahunt's body and that he was a cop]
Fitzy: I don't believe it.
Mr. French: What can't you believe?
Fitzy: I spent all fucking night dragging the poor bastard in there. Tell me how they find him so fast? Somebody walking a fucking dog ? What fucking size a dog is that? Has to be a big fucking dog, man. I spent all night doing it man.
[pause, Frank stares at him]
Fitzy: I'm embarrassed. I still don't believe he was a cop, I don't believe it.
Frank Costello: The COPS... are saying he's a cop... so I won't look for the cop. Are you soft, Fitz? When I tell you... to dump a body in the marsh, you dump him *IN* the marsh. Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday, TO GET A FUCKING BLOWJOB!
[Fitzy laughs, Frank hits him]
Frank Costello: Don't laugh! This ain't Reality TV!
Angela Holden: What's wrong?
Johnny Truelove: Nothing.
Angela Holden: Your dick's soft.
Johnny Truelove: Well give it some help then.