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Rock: The term thank you isn't in your vocabulary, is it?

Eda: I thought you said that killing a nun dames you to hell.

Shenhua: I, Taoist. No care about your religion.

Shenhua: In movie, stupid who listen to beg for life always die. So, question. I stupid? I look like stupid?

Eda: Haste makes waste.

Dutch: We'll be at port soon. I'm nearing sight range.

Benny: How is it? Can you see anything?

Dutch: Not much yet, besides the city lights and dock... Huh? Oh absofuckinglutely wonderful!

Benny: What is it, Dutch? Someone drop a nuke on Roanapur?

Dutch: Would've been better if that happened, goddammit. Then at least I wouldn't be the only one getting the shaft. Some fucker's gone and set a fire on my dock.

Chang: Doing the right thing doesn't always give you a happy ending.

– «We don't do anything wrong». That's what everyone thinks. That's why the killing never stops.

– This is a crisis that concerns the fate of the entire region! Is this a time to be obsessing over politics?!

Revy: Yes lady! Your partner here too?!

Shenhua: Ah, Leigharch? He take too much pill, go to Mars and not come back. He live with head doctor now.

Shenhua: Somehow things get very complicated.

– That's like toilet stall doodling. It's like «→ Look to the left» and then «That ain't your left, idiot».

Russell: Neanderthals like you all wouldn't know, but a team needs cover names.

Shenhua: You call un green or orange or melon or watermelon? Watch too much TV. Bad for head.

– I'll make the Dachau concentration camp look like a goddamn picnic.

– The people here are all barbarians! They're wearing clothes and listening to Aerosmith, but they're all really cannibals! Can you believe it?! Even the nuns around here pack guns!

– Lobos is a coward and an idiot. It's all he can do to tell a urinal apart from a toilet.

Eda: God ain't here. He's on vacation in Vegas.

Eda: Hey, know what was written in the 5th chapter of John's gospel? Don't bring your goddamn problems to my doorstep, jackass.

Revy: It's time for our flight, partner. Take on final look at Japan and say sayonara Fujiyama.

Dutch: Jean-Paul Sartre. An existentialist philosopher. A weird old man whose theories I tried to realize in society with the means of active commitment.

Rock: You're well informed.

Dutch: Believe it or not – I'm intellectual. I got many hobbies.

Revy: Yeah, I'm your gun in this place. I know I can protect you through Tarawa or the Alamo. But, you know, there's no way I can protect a dumbass who's just itchin' to get killed, you stupid fuck!

Rock: Are you mad?

Revy: Not even close. I'm fucking pissed! If you weren't you, I'd have to shot you two or three times by now!

Revy: The only reason we're still standing and breathing is 'cause of god's grace, and because that crazy warmonger in the coat decided to put hew gun away for some reason!

Gin: If you're lucky... No, if you're unlucky, there will be a chance to fight.

Revy: Too bad for Yoshida but he's more aerodynamic now. A hole this big can only result from a big caliber. Guys who happily use this kind of gun are either show-offs or idiots beyond salvation.

– Miss, even though you have nothing to do with us you wanted to avenge our boss. What kind of yakuza wouldn't put their life on the line for you?

– If there's any time to show your chivalry, it's now!