Dade Murphy: You look good in a dress.
Kate Libby: You would have looked better.

Dade Murphy: Anything else, mom? You want me to mow the lawn? Oops! I forgot, New York, No grass.

Cereal Killer: We have just gotten a wake-up call from the Nintendo Generation.

Mrs. Murphy: What did you learn in school today?
Dade Murphy: Revenge.

Dade Murphy: The pool on the roof must have a leak.

Dade Murphy: Blow me.
The Plague: Thank you.

Dade Murphy: Mess with the best, die like the rest.

The Plague: Never fear, I is here.

The Plague: This is the end, my friend. Thank you for calling.

Agent Richard Gill: I think we got something. [Hands over a sheaf of papers]
The Plague: Ugh. Hard copy.

Dade Murphy: Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. Ginsberg.
Teacher: Nice, very nice.

Cereal Killer: I kinda feel like God.

The Plague: Type "cookie", you idiot.