Opal: Music is better if someone's listening.
Jonathan Cold: You see, in this business... the keys to the kingdom is weapons-grade plutonium. If you ain't got that, you ain't got shit.
Isabelle Sorenson: You can kiss my self esteem butt, Donald Duck. Why tell your life story, and tell only the good parts?
Donald Morton: It's Donald Morton.
Isabelle Sorenson: You're missing my point.
Donald Morton: No I'm not! I just - never know what to say.
Aline Cedrac: I thought you were dead, asshole.
Kham: Where the hell is my elephant?
Ray Porter: When I'm in New York next week, I decided to look for an apartment there.
Mirabelle: To move there?
Ray Porter: Just a place to stay while I'm there. No more luggage. Whoo-hoo.
Mirabelle: Like a crash pad. You lucky mister.
Ray Porter: Actually, I'll look for a three-bedroom in case I meet someone and have kids.
The Penguin: Agh! Dead guys don't do that.
Dracula: Not dead... UN-dead.
The Penguin: I think I need to UN-wet my pants.
The Kid: So, as just a guy who gave another guy a sandwich, you have, like, any philosophical tips or anything, for a guy on a-kind of - road trip?
Don Johnston: You asking me?
The Kid: Yeah.
Don Johnston: Well, the past is gone, I know that. The future, isn't here yet, whatever it's going to be. So, all there is, is, is this. The present. That's it.
The Kid: Are you a Buddhist?
Dylan: Chill out guys, I've got something stashed that just might help.
Brian: Dylan, we don't have time to indulge in recreational activities.