"Nicky Parsons: You've tortured yourself for a long time now, Jason. You've tortured yourself for what you've done. You don't know the truth about what they did to you. You need to read those files."

"Albert Hirsch, quoted in a report on Bourne: When Bourne broke from the Program, he left behind a key component of his identity. In effect, he left behind his reason to exist. In my estimation Bourne will never find peace out in the cold. Eventually he will reach a tipping point. In those circumstances, if played right Bourne could be brought back into the Program."

"Richard Webb: Listen to me, David. I've done something. Something... that came at a cost. One day, you'll understand why."

"Aaron Kalloor: When I was starting out, I, ah... I took money to start my company, made a bargain with a guy in a dark suit, and now he's come back to take my soul."

"You Know His Name."

"Matt Damon - Jason Bourne"

"Julia Stiles - Nicky Parsons"

"Tommy Lee Jones - Robert Dewey"

"- Heather Lee"

"- The Asset"

"- Craig Jeffers"

"Scott Shepherd - Edwin Russell"

"- Tom Cronin"

"- Malcolm Smith"

"- Christian Dassault"

"- Richard Webb"

"They hate her because they cannot have her. Only one man here can. You."

"Look, boss: a big, beautiful, wild widow."

"You think too much. That is your trouble. Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything."

"– Manolakas"

"– Mavrandoni"

"(deleted scenes) – Peasant girl"

"Zorba, you are in paradise."

"– Mimithos"

"– Madame Hortense"

"– the Widow"

"– Alexis Zorba"

"If there is God—and I ask you, why not?—I imagine him to look just like me, Zorba. Only bigger, stronger and crazier. And more permanent. His house is the sky. The walls are clouds and the floor is covered with sheepskins. And there he sits, very comfortable, like a pasha. In his right hand he holds something which is not a sword and not a pair of scales either. Only killers and grocers have any use for such things. No sir. He holds a big sponge, dripping with water like a raincloud. On his right side, there is Paradise. On his left, Hell. ... Suddenly, a soul arrives. Naked poor thing and shivering with cold. God looks at the soul and smiles under his big moustaches. But he plays tough. "Come here," he says, putting on his special deep voice. "Come here, you no good tramp, you miserable worm. Confess!" "Have a heart, dear God," the soul cries, "Be merciful." And off she goes. She tells him one thing, then another, then another. And still there is no end to the bloody sins. Talk, talk, talk, talk. God gets bored. He yawns. "Shut up!" he shouts. "You give me a headache." And flop, flop with a sponge... and he wipes out all the sins. "Enough! Clear out, to Paradise. Quick! Hey, Peter, here's another one for you! ... [smiles and strokes beard] Poor little soul." ... That's God for you: a king, a great big king. And you know what it means to be a king?"

"The extraordinary is as rare in motion pictures as it is in life. [...] Yet there is no better word for Anthony Quinn in the role he was born to play: Zorba the Greek. [...] Everything about the film and the man is different. [...] When Zorba talks, you listen. [...] When Zorba drinks, you taste it. When Zorba loves, you feel it. Because this is a man who devours life as if it were a feast, a man who never puts off till tomorrow what he can enjoy today. Here is his world: sea-bathed, sun-washed Greece. Its sights, its sounds, its music, its dancing. Above all, here are its people: as proud as the silent village beauty whose desires only Zorba understood; [...] the vulnerable English youth whom Zorba sent stumbling into love; the Rabelaisian French madame who was loved by no less than four admirals; people as proud, as cruel, as revengeful, as murderous, as their barren, mountainous homeland. [...] And overshadowing them all, Zorba fighting for life, laughing at death, attaining his place among the immortal characters of our time."

"Life. Lust. Love. Zorba."

"Anthony Quinn plays Zorba. NO Anthony Quinn is Zorba!"

"You are cruel! Why you abandon me? The whole village is laughing at me. Where is my white satin? Where is my wedding dress?"

"I fought breasts to breasts."

"[when dancing] Whoopa! Whoopa! Whoopa!"

"Why'? Will no man ever do something without a 'why'? Just like that, for the hell of it."

"Listen to that bitch—the sea—that maker of widows."

"Boss, why did God give us hands? To grab. Well, grab!"

"When my little boy, Dimitri, died, everybody was crying. Me? I got up, and I danced. They said, 'Zorba is mad.' But it was the dancing—only the dancing—that stopped the pain. You see, he was my first. He was only three. When I'm happy, it's the same thing."

"You bastard mountain! I'll eat your guts!"

"Do you know how old I am? Ah, never mind, that's a secret. But I... have got to go fast. You know, they... they say that age kills the fire inside of a man. That he hears death coming. He opens the door, says, "Come in. Give me rest." That is a pack of God damned lies. I've got enough fight in me to... to devour the world! So... I fight!"

"Those damn cats!"

"The lamb, it will burn!"

"No more fooling around, not in this place. We'll pull our pants up and make a pile of money."

"There will be no funeral. She was a Frank, she crossed herself with four fingers. The priest will not bury her like everybody else."

"Silly old bitch. She's not alone, she's with Suleiman Pasha having a hell of a time."

"Hey boss, did you ever see a more splendiferous crash?"

"And, as for women, you make fun of me that I love them. How can I not love them? They are such poor, weak creatures. They think so little. A man's hand on their breast, and they give you all they got."

"All right, we go outside where God can see us better."

"What kind of man are you, don't you even like dolphins?"

"On a deaf man's door, you can knock forever!"