The Salesman: The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right; that I'll save her from whatever she's scared and take her far far away. I tell her that I love her. *silenced gunshot* The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

John Hartigan: I'm looking for Nancy Callahan?
Shellie: Eyes to the stage pilgrim, she's just warming up.

Marv: What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.

Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend, and I'm out of my mind. You ever so much as talk to Shellie again, you even think her name, and I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, pal. A big mistake.
Dwight: Yeah? You already made a big mistake yourself: You didn't flush.

Stuka: *after getting shot with an arrow* Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me.
Bozo #1: There's something wrapped around it. Some kind of note.
Manute: Give it to me.
Stuka: Guys, this is starting to really hurt. Just look at it. It's poked a hole right through me. Guys?
Manute: *reading the note* McCarthy, you fool.
Stuka: Guys, don't you think maybe somebody oughta call a doctor for me or something? This isn't the kind of thing you just ignore, guys.
Manute: Out back. Everyone. Bring the women.
Stuka: Guys?