Artemis: We have to shut the Sky Tower down.
The Admiral: Let's try to live through this first.
Skinny Man: I've come for your head, Fat Man.
Chris: You think you're the first? You think I got this job because I'm fat and jolly?
Shopkeeper: There was a different house. Before that one.
Theo: What sort of house?
Shopkeeper: Just different. And before that, a tower.
Theo: A tower?
Shopkeeper: It's a legend. The devil builds the tower to collect souls, and God destroys it. But the devil builds it up again. And again. People have always stayed in that house. Some don't leave. The right ones usually find the place. Or perhaps it's the other way round. The place finds them. (01:07:33)
Captain Kidd: See all those words printed in a line one after the other? Put 'em all together and you have a story.
Johnny: You want to go back to prison? Over a fucking swamp animal? You know, this is what happens when people spend too much time in Florida. They turn into fucking hillbillies.
George: Better safe than celiac.
Joel: It kind of feels like everything is impossible these days.
Harley Quinn: Do you know what a harlequin is? A harlequin's role is to serve. It's nothing without a master. No one gives two shits who we are, beyond that.
Enola Holmes: When looking to travel incognito, it's safest to travel as a widow. People are always anxious to avoid conversation about death. Widows scare them. And there's no better disguise than fear.
Danny Holledge: Fucking roaches... I'd rather be shot at.
Mrs. Fisher: I know you feel bad that you weren't there but you gotta let it go.
Cassandra: I'm just trying to fix it.
Mrs. Fisher: Oh, come on. You can't. Don't be a child Cassie.
Elena McMahon: In a perfect world we make perfect choices. In the real world we make real choices.
Tessa: What's your favorite book?
Trevor: "Principles of Economics" by Alfred Marshall
Tessa: No, it's not.
Trevor: Yes, it is.
Tessa: No, I mean, like fiction. Like a real book.
Trevor: I don't do fiction. I mean, have you seen how I dress?
Tessa: You heathen!
Trevor: Heathen?
Tessa: You heathen. Fiction is an escape from reality. It's a way you can live a hundred lives, or even a thousand.
Trevor: I don't need to live 1,000 years, OK, and I'd rather watch paint dry. (00:18:22)