"[dictating a diary entry into his tape recorder] Halloween morning. Rotting pumpkins. Burning leaves. Black cats mating like rats in the alley. It was as if . . . it were as if we felt no fear, as if we were already dead and had nothing to lose by dying. Or perhaps it was because we had lived life so well, and loved life so much, that we fancied ourselves immortal, overwhelming the powers that be with the force of our passion for science. [long pause] Or maybe we were just fucked in the head."

"[talking about the experiment] I did not come to medical school to murder my class mates no matter how deranged they might be."

"[talking to the tombstone of Billy Mahoney] Wake up you little shit, you got company!"

"Hello, I'm nice, he's nice, we're both fucking lunatics. Can I come in, please?"

"C'mon, Billy Mahoney. C'mon... Gimme your best shot. I dare ya. I fuckin' dare ya."

"Somehow we've brought our sins back physically. And they're pissed."

"Philosophy failed. Religion failed. Now it's time for medical science to try."

"Everything matters, everything we do matters."

"Hope Davis - Anne Coldren"

"Benjamin Mouton - Rachel's Father"

"Joshua Rudoy - Billy Mahoney"

"Kimberly Scott - Winnie Hicks"

"Oliver Platt - Randy Steckle"

"William Baldwin - Joe Hurley"

"Kevin Bacon - David Labraccio"

"Julia Roberts - Rachel Mannus"

"Kiefer Sutherland - Nelson"

"Some lines shouldn't be crossed."

"David Labraccio: [screaming at a religious stained-glass portrait] I'm sorry.. we trespassed on your… fucking territory. God! I'm sorry!"

"Joe Hurley: Excuse me, I don't want to ruin anybody's evening, but are we in the room with a dead man?"

"Joe Hurley: This is not the kind of shit I want on my transcript."

"[doing CPR] One one thousand, two one thousand . . . what comes next?"

"Winnie Hicks: [the little girl in his mind to David Labraccio] Hey, fellatio! Got a match? Well, I do. Your face and my ass. Your breath's made of buffalo fart. You don't know jack SHIT! BUTT-WAD, NEEDLE-DICK, COCK-BITE, JACK-OFF, LIMP-WRIST, CORN-HOLE, BANANA-BREATH, SHIT-BIRD, BIRD-TURD, TURD-FACE, KISS-ASS, BROWN-NOSE, MACHO-WIMP, LIMP-DICK, FART-FACE, TURD-MERCHANT! What's the matter? Gonna cry? Cry-baby Davie. Cry Cry Cry! SHIT-FACED, RAT-TURD, ASS-LICKING, SON-OF-A-BITCH."

"Rachel: [as she's about to "flatline" in their experiment] See you soon."

"David Labraccio: Die to be a hero someday if you want to, but don't die to be a celebrity."

"David Labraccio: [about his death experience] It's like being paranoid without the fear. Like being watched."

"[after his friends said he didn't have the balls to do the experiment] You bring the equipment, I'll bring my balls."

"Today is a good day to die."

"You can't see the big picture from in here, so don't try. Keep your head down, keep it simple. Just look at what's in front of you."

"Just out of curiosity—I mean, don't hit me again, I think—but what are you going to do when you get there?"

"I mean, nobody wants to see the big picture. Life's too complicated."

"I mean, this is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. Do you think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck."

"Do you think we matter? We don't."

"I don't wanna die, I'm just being realistic. You think they'd go to all the trouble to build this thing if we could just walk out?"

"I'm just a guy. I work in an office building, doing office building stuff."

"My parents are these people, I live with them…I'm boring."

"Look around. Take a good, long look-see. 'Cause I got a feeling it's looking at us."

"God help you, Quentin. Did you smack your kids around too?"

"It's all the same machine, right? The Pentagon, multinational corporations, the police! You do one little job, you build a widget in Saskatoon and the next thing you know it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a death machine!"

"It's okay, I just swallowed my button."

"Only the government could build something this ugly."

"I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze!"

"I looked through the walls. I dreamed him, at his desk, designing everything. He can't let you solve the puzzle, see, because there is a purpose."

"I know your type. No kids, no man to fuck you. So you go around outraged, sticking your nose up other people's assholes, sniffing their business!"

"Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!"