Okay, now you're talking above my head. I don't know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can't get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, all right, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don't own that. Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they're waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man.

Reed Rothchild

Marriage Counselor: On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?
Jane Smith: 8.
John Smith: Wait. Could you clarify? Is 10 the highest? 10 being perfectly happy and 1 being totally miserable or...
Marriage Counselor: Just respond instinctively.
John Smith: Ok. Ready?
Jane Smith, John Smith: 8.

One night, I'm gonna come inside your house, wherever you're sleeping, and I'm gonna cut your throat.

Plainview

Seems to me, Cap'n, this mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.

Private Jackson

Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all... tomorrow is another day.

Scarlett

[on phone] Tell Dr. Cox I have the new keys!
[Osbourne hangs up, and picks up a hatchet]

Osborne Cox

[narrating] The first one to skip was John Nance. He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica. He thought nobody would find him there. But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding to save his kid and give them all up. So...

Nicky Santoro

We're meant to lose the people we love. How else are we supposed to know how important they are?

Sybil Wagner

Boyd Swan: Wait until you see it.
Norman Ellison: See what?
Boyd Swan: What a man can do to another man.

Alice: What's your work?
Dan: I'm sort of... journalist.
Alice: What sort?
Dan: I write obituaries.

Cal Hockley: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

Earl McGraw: Who's the bride?
Edgar McGraw: Don't know. The name on the marriage certificate is "Arlene Machiavelli." That's a fake. We've all just been calling her "The Bride" on account of the dress.
Earl McGraw: You can tell she was pregnant. Man'd have to be a mad dog to shoot a goddamn good-looking gal like that in the head. Look at her. Hay-colored hair, big eyes. She's a little blood-spattered angel.

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