100 Best Edward Norton Quotes

Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

Charlie: [in a restaurant] You've got no imagination. You couldn't even decide what to do with all that money, so you had to buy what everybody else wanted.
Steve: Try this on your imagination, okay. That gold is already gone.

Will: [mocking Hannibal] Your cell looks bigger with no books in it.

Mike: Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige.

Narrator: [1:49:38] Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?

Will: Jack, there's only one safe way to carry on a conversation that's one-way blind.
Jack: Publication.

Mike: Give me a cue again.
Riggan: Okay. "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I don't actually know the man, I've heard his name mentioned in passing. I don't know, you'd have to know the particulars. I think what you're saying..."
Mike: Hey, can I make a suggestion, do you mind?
Riggan: Yeah, yeah sure, no not at all.
Mike: Okay, just stay with me. "I'm the wrong person to ask," he says, but what is that, what is the intention in that? Is he fed up with the subject so he's changing it, is he deflecting guilt over the marriage? And here's the thing, you've got four lines after that that all say the same thing. "I didn't even know the man, I only heard his name mentioned in passing, I wouldn't know, you'd have to know the particulars..." The point is, you don't know the guy, we f - king get it. Make it work with one line: "I didn't even know the man." Right?
Riggan: Right. Yeah. You know my lines too, huh?
Mike: Can we not get hung up on knowing lines?

Bruce: Stan, I give you my word. Whatever you've heard about me, it's not true.
Stanley: Oh, I know it. I always knew it. I mean, you know how I felt about you two.
[Bruce nods]
Stanley: Have you talked to her?
Bruce: No. She doesn't know that I'm here.
[pause]
Bruce: She's with somebody?
Stanley: Yeah, He's a head-shrink. They say he's one of the best. But a really nice guy.
Bruce: Oh... Good. That's good.
Stanley: Bruce. What can I do to help you?
Bruce: I could use a bed for a few nights.
Stanley: Ah. You can have the spare room upstairs.
Bruce: That'd be so great.
[pause]
Bruce: There's, uh, there's one other thing...

Lady: You headed to Hollywood, Mike?
Mike: No. Hollywood's heading here, Tabby.

Mike: Does she speak?
Sam: She does. Yeah, she can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.

Will: [consoling Reba] You didn't draw a freak, you drew a man with a freak on his back.

Francis: Drop it. Do it now gumshoe. Your son is about to change. Then your wife. You can watch, then I'll take care of you.
[Will drops knife]
Will: [looks to Josh but is actually directing his mockery at Francis] Look at you! I have never seen a child as disgusting as you! You pissed your pants? How dare you!
[Francis is visibly insulted]
Will: You want me to cut it off? Is that what you want me to do, you little freak? Don't cry at me you little faggot. Apologize! Say "I'm sorry daddy, I'm a dirty little beast, I'm a freak!... " Say it!
[Francis starts shaking in outrage]
Josh: No.
Will: Say it!
Josh: No, daddy.
Will: Say it or I will cut it off! "... I'm a dirty little beast, freak, hare lip, and no one will ever love me!"
[deeply offended Francis throws Josh to one side, as he goes for Will]

Will: I need your opinion now.
Hannibal: Then here's one... 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.

Narrator: Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.

Hannibal: What were the yards like?
Will: Big backyards. Fenced, some hedges. Why?
Hannibal: Because if this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it. You even seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.

Sam: Truth or dare?
Mike: Truth.
Sam: That's boring.
Mike: Truth is always more interesting.

Reverend: Religion should be inviting, like a mug of warm soup. I don't know why soup tastes better in a mug, it just does.
Lenny: God help me, I'm acutally paying attention.

Narrator: [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Steve: Still don't trust me?
Stella: I trust everyone. It's the devil inside them I don't trust.
Steve: That's an interesting saying. It's very charming. I knew a guy who said that. He said it all the time. In fact he said it exactly like that.

Roy: [to Martin, talking in a southern accent, about Aaron, using a southern accent, while in his solitary confinement room] Hell, he couldn't kick his own ass.

Left: Damn.
Steve: Where's my truck? What the fuck happened to my truck?

Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Bishop,: The things that we have left undone plague us as death comes. That is why to the dying there is no comfort but the Lord.
King: Spare me your sermon. Go and prepare your people for the coronation of my nephew.
Bishop,: Your confession, my lord.
King: I shall confess to God when I see him... not to you. Now, leave me.

Mike: A man becomes a critic when he cannot be an artist, the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

Narrator: [12:56] When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.

King: Come forward. I am glad to meet Godfrey's son. He was one of my greatest teachers. He was there when, playing with the other boys, my arm was cut. It was he, not my father's physicians, who noticed that I felt no pain. He wept when he gave my father the news... that I am a leper. The Saracens say that this disease is God's vengence against the vanity of our kingdom. As wretched as I am, these Arabs believe that the chastisement that awaits me in hell is far more severe and lasting. If that's true, I call it unfair. Come. Sit.
[they sit down on opposite sides of a chessboard]
King: Do you play?
Balian: No.
King: The whole world is in chess. Any move can be the death of you. Do anything except remain where you started, and you can't be sure of your end. Were you sure of your end once?
Balian: I was.
King: What was it?
Balian: To be buried a hundred yards from where I was born.
King: And now?
Balian: Now I sit in Jerusalem, and look upon a king.
King: [Baldwin chuckles] When I was sixteen, I won a great victory. I felt in that moment I would live to be a hundred. Now I know I shall not see thirty. None of us know our end, really, or what hand will guide us there. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son, but that man can also move himself, and only then does that man truly begin his own game. Remember that howsoever you are played or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone, even though those who presume to play you be kings or men of power. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus," or that virtue was not convenient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.
Balian: I will.

Jack: [after Will's visit to Lecter] What do you suppose he meant by "see them living"?
Will: I don't know. I don't know, maybe nothing. It's hard to separate his bullshit.

Will: This guy's very strong. He's possibly a bodybuilder. He might have some kind of facial disfigurement. He drives a van or a panel truck.
Mr. Fisk: [to the secretary] Sounds like Mr. D.
Chromalux: Oh, my God.
Jack: Who's Mr. D?
Mr. Fisk: [to Jack] It's Francis Dolarhyde. He's our manager and technical supervisor.

Vector,7705: [staring at his stab wound given by Alita] That... looks... fatal

Mike: Lesley?
Lesley: What?
Mike: I think I'm hard.
Lesley: No, you're not. It's just that sometimes you don't consider other people's feelings, that's all.
Mike: No, no, no. I'm getting hard. Feel that.

Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head!
Tyler: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

Richard: [1:04:51] The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?
Narrator: [Voice-over] I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine.
Richard: The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours?
Narrator: Huh?
Richard: Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?
Narrator: [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous.
[Gets up from the chair]
Narrator: [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.
Narrator: [Voice-over] Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.
[Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands]
Narrator: [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy.
Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.
[Phone rings]
Narrator: [Into phone] Compliance and Liability...?
Marla: My tit's gonna rot off.
Narrator: [to boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this.

Narrator: Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

[last lines]
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Narrator: [19:34] This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

Steve: So if I was to ask you out for dinner, would I be the first one of your customers to ever do that?
Stella: [pretending to be Becky, cable repairman] Did you ask your last cable repair guy out to dinner?
Steve: No. But the last one was like three hundred pounds and had a handlebar mustache, not exactly my type.

Henckels: By order of the commissioner of police, Zubrowka Province, I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of Madame Céline Villenueve Desgoffe-und-Taxis.
M. Gustave: I knew there was something fishy. We never got the cause of death. She's been murdered, and you think I did it.
[runs away]

Dr. Frederick Chilton: Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders, their style, so to speak, were you able perhaps to reconstruct his fantasies? And, if so, did you jot down any impressions?
Will: No.
Dr. Frederick Chilton: Let me be frank, Mr. Graham. The first definitive analysis of Lecter will be a publisher's wet dream. I'd give you full credit, of course
[Graham towards cell door]
Dr. Frederick Chilton: Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?
Will: I let him kill me.

Narrator: [1:52:23] Tyler, what the fuck is going on here?
Tyler: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing.
Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me!
Tyler: Sit.
Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you.
Tyler: I think you know.
Narrator: No, I don't.
Tyler: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Narrator: Uh... I... I don't know.
[Random flashbacks]
Tyler: You got it.
Narrator: No.
Tyler: Say it.
Narrator: Because...
Tyler: Say it.
Narrator: Because we're the same person.
Tyler: That's right.

Will: I might not have time.
Hannibal: I do. I have oodles.

The: [to The Commissaire over the phone] As you know by now, we have kidnapped your son.

Narrator: [14:19] If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.

Riggan: That's you Mike. You're Mr. Natural. Mr. "Fuck the scene, just stare at my massive hard-on," right? That's the truth of the moment.
Mike: Do you think it was massive?

King: A King may move a man, a father may claim a son, but remember that even when those who move you be Kings, or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus." Or that, "Virtue was not convenient at the time." This will not suffice. Remember that.

Reverend: So don't spend your Sundays in here listening to us. Go home and watch one of the Die Hard movies. They're always on, and they're always good.

Mike: [to Riggan] Don't tell me how to do my job. This is my town, and to be honest, most people don't give a shit about you here.
Lady: Hey, you're Riggan Thompson, right? Would you mind having a picture with us here?
[hands phone to Mike]
Lady: Would you mind?
Mike: What?
Lady: The button's on the bottom.

Narrator: [20:22] On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Jack: How much do you know?
Will: Just what was in the Miami Herald and the Times. Two families killed a month apart in their homes, Birmingham and Atlanta. Circumstances were similar.
Jack: Not similar, the same.
Will: What have you kept out of the papers?
Jack: He smashes mirrors and uses the pieces. Wears latex gloves, so we've got no prints. Size 11 shoe. He's not too comfortable with locks. Pried open a patio door in Birmingham, used a glass cutter in Atlanta. Oh, and his blood's AB positive.
Will: Somebody hurt him?
Jack: Nope. We typed him from semen and saliva. He's a secretor.

[Poem on Narrator's computer]
Narrator: [55:00] Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Narrator: [9:01] And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge.

Mike: Riggan, your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel, so you look like a kid with a plastic toy when you point it at me. I don't feel threatened at all. Get a better one. Have some self respect, please.

Betty: [Betty and Bruce need to get across town in New York City] The subway is probably quickest.
Bruce: Me in a metal tube, deep underground with hundreds of people in the most aggressive city in the world?
Betty: Right. Let's get a cab.

Steve: [in a restaurant] Don't talk about right or wrong with me, man, because I don't give a shit. Okay? You got your cards, I got my cards. We made our play, and I came out on top. Okay? Now, if you want to start the game up again, that's fine with me. What is your play here, really? Come on, what do you? What do you think? You'll try to take out my guards, right? I have five of them that you don't know about. You'll try to have Lyle hack the system? I'll change it again tomorrow morning. What was your final move? I mean. Have Bridger's daughter come in and try to crack my safe? That's very poetic and all, but I just don't see it. I don't think she'll get anywhere near it.
Charlie: Same old Steve huh? Always thinking defensively. That's why you're always number two.

Samuel: If we overshoot this by even the smallest integer, we're dealing with concentrations with extraordinary levels of toxicity.
Betty: You mean it could kill him.
Samuel: Kill him? Yeah, I should say so.
Bruce: You should know that there's a flip side to this, too. If we miss on the low side, if we induce me and it fails, this will be very dangerous for you.
Samuel: I've always been more curious than cautious, and that's served me pretty well.

Bruce: [in Portuguese] Stop. Please. Me... angry... very bad.
Tough: *You* bad angry, "G"? I very bad angry.
Bruce: Oh, no. You don't understand! Something very bad is about to happen here!

Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer.
Tyler: Yeah, man.
Narrator: I should find a hotel.
Tyler: [in disbelief] What?
Narrator: What?
Tyler: A hotel?
Narrator: Yeah.
Tyler: Just ask, man.
Narrator: What are you talking about?
Tyler: [laughs] Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask.
Narrator: What?
Tyler: You call me because you need a place to stay.
Narrator: Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean...
Tyler: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask.
Narrator: Would - would that be a problem?
Tyler: Is it a problem for you to ask?
Narrator: Can I stay at your place?
Tyler: Yeah.

Firewater: Hello there, little sausage. You and your friends have accomplished the impossible and for that, I give you mad props. But, now that you have shattered one truth: It is time for you to learn... that we are not REAL! Booga Booga Booga.
Gum: While tripping balls, Firewater and I made an important meta-psychical breakthrough.
Firewater: The world is a fucking illusion, bro. Our lives are being manipulated for the entertainment of monsters, twisted, tasteless, juvenile monsters, puppet masters in the other dimension! We're something called... Cartoons.
[Frank, Brenda, Kareem, Sammy, Barry and Teresa gasped]
Frank: What?
Firewater: You, Frank... are the plaything of a demented schlubby Jewish actor named:
[the image of actor Seth Rogen]
Firewater: Seth Ro-gan.
Frank: Wait. I'm Jewish?
Sammy: So... who am I?
Gum: You are the toy of a more talented and celebrated actor named:
[the image of actor Edward Norton]
Gum: Ed-ward Nor-ton.
Sammy: Ed-ward Nor-ton? What kind of parent gives their kid a stupid cunt name like that?
Gum: Worry not, friends. I have a solution.

Narrator: [34:11] Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
Tyler: C'mon, do me this one favor.
Narrator: Why?
Tyler: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
Narrator: No, but that's a good thing.
Tyler: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Narrator: This is crazy.
Tyler: So go crazy. Let 'er rip.
Narrator: I don't know about this.
Tyler: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?
Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
Tyler: That's right.
Narrator: What, like in the face?
Tyler: [beat] Surprise me.
Narrator: This is so fucking stupid...
[Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head]
Tyler: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!
Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
Tyler: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man?
Narrator: Guess I fucked it up...
Tyler: No, that was perfect!

Sam: I want to ask another question.
Mike: You already did.
Sam: One more.
Mike: Go ahead.
Sam: If you weren't afraid, what would you want to do to me?
Mike: I'd pull your eyes out of your head...
Sam: That's sweet.
Mike: ...and put them in my own skull, and look around, so I could see the street the way I used to when I was your age.

Steve: [in a restaurant] The gang's all here.
Stella: You know, the only thing worse than a thief is a coward.
Steve: Then you shoulda seen the way your daddy begged for his life.

Janet: No further questions, your honor.
Roy: ['Roy' emerges] Where the hell do you think you're going?
Janet: Excuse me?
Roy: Hey, you look at me when I'm talkin' to you, bitch!
Judge: Mr. Stampler!
Roy: Fuck you, lady! Come here!
[Roy jumps over the witness stand and grabs Janet and punches Marty]
Judge: Bailiff!
Roy: You wanna play rough, let's play rough. Come on, lets play rough!
[Bailiff and secruity slowly walk toward Roy]
Roy: Yeah, keep comin' closer asshole! Don't think I won't break her fuckin' neck!
Martin: [approaching Aaron slowly with the other bailiffs] Come on, I got...
Roy: Fuck you, Marty! I'm walkin' outta slowly. Really slow.

Betty: What is it like? When it happens, what do you experience?
Bruce: Remember those experiments we volunteered for at Harvard? Those induced hallucination? It's a lot like that, just a thousand times amplified. It's like someone poured a litre of acid into my brain.
Betty: Do you remember anything?
Bruce: Just fragments. Images. There's too much noise. I can never derive anything out of it.
Betty: But then it's still YOU inside of it.
Bruce: No. No, it's not.
Betty: I don't know. In the cave, I really felt like it knew me. Maybe your mind is in there, it's just overcharged and can't process what's happening.
Bruce: I don't want to control it. I want to get rid of it.

King: On your knees... lower. I am... Jerusalem. And you, Reynald, will give me the kiss of peace.
[takes off glove]

Bruce: [in a poor Portuguese] Don't make me hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.
Tough: [in Portuguese] What the hell he is talking about?

Mike: Lesley, play with my balls.

Will: What is taking him so long?
Molly: Are you kidding? It takes him 20 minutes to get out of bed in the morning.
Will: Yeah, but now I have a serious marshmallow jones.

[last lines SPOILER]
[while in a holding cell in the back of the courthouse]
Roy: Mr. Vail?
Martin: Yeah?
Roy: [stammering] Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is okay.
Martin: Yeah... I will.
[begins walking away, then turns back]
Martin: Wait... What did you just say? What? You told me just a few minutes ago that you didn't remember. You blacked out. You "lost time" yet again. So, how do you know about her neck?
Roy: [slow clapping sardonically; sneers] Well... good for you, Marty. I was going to let it go at that. You was looking so happy just now. I was thinking, hmmm God. But to tell you the truth, I'm glad you figured it out, because I have been dying to tell you. I just didn't know who you'd wanna hear it from, you know? Aaron or Roy... or Roy or Aaron. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. A sort of a client-attorney-privilege type of a secret, you know what I mean? It don't matter who you hear it from. It's the same story.
[stammering as Aaron]
Roy: [in a southern accent] I j-j-just... had to kill Linda, Mr. Vail.
[normal voice as Roy]
Roy: That cunt just got what she deserved. But... cutting up that son of a bitch Rushman? That was just a fucking work of art.
Martin: You're good. You are really good.
Roy: Yeah. I did get caught, though, didn't I?
Martin: So there never... there never was a Roy?
Roy: Jesus Christ, Marty. If that's what you think, I am disappointed in you, I don't mind telling you. There never was an Aaron... counselor! Come on, Marty! I thought you had it figured, there at the end. The way you put me on the stand like that? That was fucking brilliant, Marty! And that whole thing like "act-like-a-man"? Jesus, I knew exactly what you wanted from me. It was like we were dancing, Marty!
Martin: Guard!
Roy: [as Vail walks away] Oh come on, don't be like that, Marty. We did it, man. We fucking did it! We're a great team, you and me. You think I could've done this without you? You're just feeling a little angry here, because you started to care about old Aaron, I can understand that, but... you know, love hurts, Marty. What can I say? Hey, I'm just kidding, bud! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! What else was I supposed to do? Hey, you're gonna thank me down the road, because this is gonna toughen you right up, Martin Vail! You hear me? That's a promise!

[as they're kissing, Bruce's heart monitor on his watch rapidly raises]
Bruce: We can't do this.
Betty: It's okay. I want to.
Bruce: No. No. I can't. I can't get too excited.

Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Byron: Son, just tell me you're going to nail that son of a bitch.
Will: We're doing our best.

Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

Tyler: [1:03:32] Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Narrator: OK. Give me some water!
Tyler: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...
[shouts]
Tyler: Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.
Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*!
Tyler: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.

Stella: You know this was never about the gold.
Steve: What ever helps you sleep at night sweetheart.
[Stella punches Steve]
Steve: Bitch! Charlie! Come on, Charlie!

Martin: Do you trust me?
Aaron: Do - yes, yes. Yes, of course I do.
Martin: Good. Because I don't trust you.

Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...
Marla: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?

Narrator: [20:35] A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
Woman on Plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
Narrator: You wouldn't believe.
Woman on Plane: Which car company do you work for?
Narrator: A major one.

Betty: [yells at taxi driver] Asshole!
Bruce: You know, I know a few techniques that could help you manage that anger effectively.
Betty: You zip it. We're walking.
Bruce: Ok.

Sam: Why do you act like a dick all the time? Do you just do it to antagonize people?
Mike: Maybe.
Sam: You really don't give a shit if people like you or not?
Mike: Not really.
Sam: That's cool.
Mike: Is it? I don't know.

Hannibal: That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.
Will: I keep getting it for Christmas.
Hannibal: Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?

Marla: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
Narrator: It was worth every penny.
Marla: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.
[Grabs Narrator's crotch]
Marla: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.
Narrator: Well, then it suits you.
Marla: You can borrow it sometime.

Lloyd: What about sweating Lecter?
Will: We tried sodium amytal on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave them a recipe for dip.

Narrator: I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

[while burning the Narrator's hand with lye]
Tyler: [1:03:07] Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
Narrator: No, no, I... don't...
Tyler: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Narrator: It isn't?
Tyler: We don't need him!

Jack: If that painting meant so much to him, why destroy it? And why didn't he kill those two women at the museum? They both got a good look at him.
Will: Maybe he's trying to stop.

Narrator: Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME!
[voice-over]
Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy...

Devon: Devon Bradley. Character actor, dancer, singer. I'm a triple-threat!

Tyler: [22:28] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator: So you can breathe.
Tyler: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.

Molly: Were you sleeping together?
Aaron: Well, that's private.
Molly: I know. I have to ask the question. Were you having a sexual relationship, Aaron?

Will: We've been on the wrong track this whole time, Doctor, you and I. Our whole profile's wrong. Well, we've been looking for someone with a crazy grudge and some kind of anatomical knowledge. Decertified doctors, med school dropouts, laid-off mortuary workers...
Hannibal: From the precision of the cuts, yes, and, uh, his choice of souvenirs.
Will: See, that's where we're off target. He's not collecting body parts.
Hannibal: Then why keep them?
Will: He's not keeping them. He's eating them.

Henckels: Who's shooting who?
Dmitri: That's Gustave H., the escaped murderer and art thief! I've got him cornered!
M. Gustave: That's Dmitri Desgoffe und Taxis! He's responsible for the killing of Deputy Kovacs, Serge X and his club-footed sister, plus his own mother!
[pause]
Henckels: Nobody move; everybody's under arrest.

Steve: [in a restaurant] You blew the best thing you had going for you. You blew the element of surprise.
Charlie: [punching him] Surprised?

Tyler: [29:10] It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Narrator: There's always that.

Will: [to Reba] You Didn't Attract A Freak... You Attracted A *Man*... With A *Freak* On His Back There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

[as Mashkov's men are taking him away, Steve's panicking]
Steve: Look, I'll double whatever Charlie's given you, just don't shoot me!
Mashkov: Don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you. No, I'm going to take you to my workplace. I think you'll be very interested in some of the machinery I use.

Bruce: [speaking Brazilian Portuguese while confronting bullies at work] Don't make me... hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm... hungry.
[in English, to himself]
Bruce: Uh... that's not right.

Mike: You've been hanging around here trying to make yourself invisible behind this fragile little fuck-up routine but you can't. You're anything but invisible. You're big. You're kind of a great mess. It's like a candle burning at both ends, but it's beautiful. No amount of booze or weed or attitude is going to hide that.

[Chilton is explaining the difficulty he's had with Lecter]
Dr. Frederick Chilton: So, you can imagine the stir your little visit is causing among my staff. If you'd care to share some insights...?
Will: Dr. Chilton, I'm sorry. I've got a 4:17 flight back to Atlanta.
Dr. Frederick Chilton: [irritated] Of course.

Roy: [to Martin in a southern accent, while in the solitary confinement room] If you lay that tough-man shit on Aaron again, I will kick your fuckin' ass to Sunday!

Narrator: [1:04:30] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.