"This is blood for blood, and by the gallons! This is the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days!, they're back, there's no choices left, and i'm ready for war."

"I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad."

"That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'. [repeated on several occasions]"

"It's beautiful Goldie, it's just like I said it would be, only better And when his eyes go dead, the hell I sent him to must seem like heaven after what I've done to him."

"Walk down the right back alley in Sin City and you can find anything..."

"She says her name is Goldie."

"The night is hot as hell. it's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I'm staring at a goddess, she's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell. The perfect woman. The goddess. Goldie."

"Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high. [Shoots him in the crotch]"

"I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell."

"He never screams. Not even when the mutt's had its fill. Kevin's guts are lying all over the place and somehow the bastard is still alive, still staring at me. Not even when I grab the saw and finish the job, he never screams."

"Aww, Jerks! They should've shot me in the head...and enough times to make sure. It's so stupid. Everybody knows what's coming but they go through the motions anyway, what a waste of time. Month's fall off the calandar while I breath and eat through tubes. Night after night I wait for someone to come and finish me off. After awhile I realize it's not going to be so easy as that. I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face, and I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it. From then on, it's the circus everybody wants it to be. They nail me for the works. Not just the people I did kill but even Lucille and the girls that Roark and Kevin ate and even Goldie."

"Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants."

"[During his execution] Will you get a move on, I haven't got all night."

"You can scream now if you want."

"[Last thoughts as he shoots himself] An old man dies, a young woman lives. Fair trade. I love you, Nancy."

"Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Not my idea. Doctor's orders; heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting myself used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the thirty odd years of protecting and serving and...blood and terror and triumph it represents. I think about Eileen's slow smile, about the thick fat steaks she picked up from the butcher's today. I think about the one loose end I haven't tied up. A young girl who's out there, somewhere, helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic."

"This guy smells awful. Like bad food. Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer, he stinks so bad I want to throw up."

"Let go of my coat, Bob."

"There's wrong and there's wrong and then there's this."

"When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench."

"[after being shot several times] I'm doing fine, Bob. Never better...ready to kick your ass."

"Skinny little Nancy Callaghan. She grew up. She filled out."

"Things go dark. I don't mind much. It's okay. She'll be safe. An old man dies. A little girl lives. Fair trade."

"I take his weapons away from him. Both of them."

"[While police brutally try to blackmail him] This is just a price I promised myself I'd pay, now I'm paying it. You don't save a little girl's life and then turn around and throw her to the dogs. Not in my book you don't.. They want a confession? They won't get it."

"Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement."

"Just look at that trunk. We'll never fit them all in."

"Miho, I hope to hell ya left one of them alive enough to talk."

"The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town. The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. And so am I. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never."

"Little Miho, you're an angel, you're a saint, you're Mother Teresa, you're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd gotten here about ten minutes sooner, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head."

"I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids."

"Sure, he's an asshole. Sure he's dead. Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking. That doesn't stop the bastard from being absolutely right."

"She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him."

"I let him know I'm not fooling around."

"It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people."

"A hardtop with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk."

"You made a big mistake yourself...you didn't flush."

"I'm Shellie's new boyfriend, and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman."

"Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They would've tossed him girls like Nancy back then."

"You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up."

"Dozens of them, armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered, outgunned... but the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds by a careful choice of where to fight...Where to fight counts for a lot, but there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns."

"There is no justice without sin."

"In a city, there is a shaky truce between those who rule the streets, and those who rule everything."

"Q: Why did you think Elijah Wood would make such a convincing psycho?"

"Robert Rodriguez: Mickey [Rourke] had this one piece of music he would play on the set to get him into the character of Marv. We couldn't use it in the movie because it was too expensive. It was a Johnny Cash song - it was actually a remake of a Nine Inch Nails song called Hurt. You play that song and if you listen to that song that's how he did Marv for all the voiceover. It would just help him to get into that place - that Marv place. We got some remarkable work from him just from playing that song. That's his time machine. His transport."

"Cardinal Roark: When he came to me he was a tormented boy. Tormented by guilt. I tried to counsel him, but the eating, it filled him with white light. Tearful, he swore to me that he felt the touch of God Almighty. He didn't just eat their bodies. He ate their souls. And I joined in."

"Senator Roark: Everyone would lie for me. Everyone who counts. Otherwise, their own lies — everything that runs Sin City — it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards."

"Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you've got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the balls."

"Junior: You recognize my voice, Hartigan? You recognize my voice, you piece-of-shit cop? I look different, but I bet you can recognize my voice."