"I've had me one hell of a day. I've been beat up every time I turn around. But the day I get turned down by a hooker when I got good hard earned cash to pay her with... well, there's only so much a man can take."

"It's one thing for you to play hard to get... but don't go trying to cut my nuts off."

"I know you're angry, baby. And I forgive you for that without you even asking me to."

"I didn't scream, Hartigan. Not once. I didn't scream"

"It's always been you, Hartigan. All these years."

"Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you. Please? Let me stay close."

"And here I thought you'd forgotten all about me. Me and my dumb letters."

"Wish you coulda dropped by earlier, Jackie-Boy. You coulda met my new boyfriend. Coulda seen what a real man looks like."

"Shut up and keep your hands to yourself or I'll cut your little pecker off!"

"Jackie-Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?"

"I don't know about you, but I'm having a ball."

"Dames! Sometimes all they got to do is let it out- and a few buckets later, you'd never know."

"Well, i'm gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you, and i'm gonna give him the hard Goodbye."

"The cops- they're telling me too much. showing up before anybody but me and the killer could know there's been a murder. somebody paid good money for this frame. No reason at all to play it Quiet. No reason to play it anyway but my way."

"Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here."

"[Last words] Is that the best you can do, you pansies?"

"I got 'em good for you, didn't I, Goldie?"

"I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people."

"Can't kill a man unless you know for sure you ought to."

"Patrick Henry Roark. A man of the cloth. Could've become president but chose to serve God, and along the way just happened to become one of the most powerful men in the state. He's brought down mayors and governors like they were nothin'. Even made his rotten brother a US senator. And now here he's gonna die in the name of a dead hooker. More and more I like the sound of it."

"I was pretty steamed about what he had done to Lucille, so I took my time with that son of a bitch. It wasn't until I showed him all of those pieces of himself that he gave me a name."

"When you got a condition, it's bad to forget your medicine."

"Modern cars — they all look like electric shavers."

"Worth dying for. [gunshot] Worth killing for. [gunshot] Worth going to hell for. [final gunshot] Amen. [said while shooting the priest in a church]"

"When I need to find something out, I just go out and find somebody that knows more than me, and I go and I ask them. Sometimes I ask pretty hard."

"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."