Ekdahlska huset - Gustav Adolf Ekdahl: The world is a den of thieves and night is falling. Evil breaks its chains and runs through the world like a mad dog.
SAM-104: They switch you off when life is good then switch you on when they're up to their noses in life's bitter droppings.
Mike Colby: You said it, tin man.
Zézette: Eh, Monsieur Pierre! Y'a un monsieur très malpoli qui a téléphoné, il voulait enculer Therèse.
Pierre Mortez: Oui mais c'est un ami.
Zézette: Ah bah ça va alors.
Detective Germani: We have eliminated the impossible. Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Gary Mark Gilmore: Go down on me, partner... I need it.
Nicole Baker: Don't call me partner.
Gary Mark Gilmore: No, darlin'... I love it... I love it.
Nicole Baker: Yeah, you and seven other motherfuckers.
Opening Narration: Hollywood, California. Home to the rich and powerful. Yet so popular with the broken and destitute. Here sex - hunger is reflected in every aspect of daily life, and instant gratification is tirelessly pursued. A center of casual violence and capricious harassment. Where rampant vice and amorality permeate every strata of society... It is a known fact that prolonged exposure to just such a psychopathic environment will eventually warp even the most normal and decent among us.
Dr. Oliver Ludwig: There are over twenty bodily fluids present in the human body and I am proud to say I have tasted all of them.
Peter Stegman: I am the future.
Older James: I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence, the world seemed to be held in a dream-like stillness. It was a magical day. And it was on that day I made the snowman.
Diddle: We're going down to the river tonight. It'll be a night to go down in history.
Albert Speer: Field Marshall Milch... do you realise who you're talking to?
Field Marshal Milch: Herr Reichminister Speer... do you realise who you're working for?
Mrs. Talmann: She does not fret father, or if she does you well know the cause is your indifference - a house, a garden, a horse, a wife the preferential order.
Paul Gallier: Did they ever tell you how our parents died?
Irena Gallier: Yes.
Paul Gallier: What did they tell you about me?
Irena Gallier: Well, not much. I knew I had a brother but I was only four. I used to fantasize about you when I was in the orphanage.
Paul Gallier: Fantasize?
Irena Gallier: Well, you know, about you coming to rescue me and things. Daydreams.
Paul Gallier: Yes, I had the same dreams.
Alice Cable: Don't be afraid, Jude.
Jude: You better say that to somebody whose desk you ain't hiding behind.
Larry Weisman: Commitment. Discipline. Make it work.
Terry Tingloff: The high jump is a masochists event-it always ends on failure.
Arresting Sergeant: Your name?
Frances Farmer: You jerks drag me down here in the middle of the night and you don't know who the hell I am?
Arresting Sergeant: Your name lady?
Frances Farmer: Frances Elena Farmer. Want me to spell it?
Arresting Sergeant: And your address?
Frances Farmer: Put me down as a vag, vagrant, vagabond. What is this, a joke? It's a joke? Assault and battery? Huh? I barely touched that bitch.
Arresting Sergeant: Occupation?
Frances Farmer: Cocksucker.
Sidney Bruhl: Every time I come in this bloody house, you scream.