This great evil--where's it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known.

Clementine: "This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon." Joel: " I know." Clementine: "What do we do?" Joel: "Enjoy it.

Everyone gets everything he want's...I wanted a mission...& for my sins they gave me one.

Hey, pretty girl, time to wake up.

I don't wanna be a product of my environment, I want my environment to be a product of me.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it.

The secret, I don't know... I guess you've just gotta find something you love to do and then... do it for the rest of your life. For me, it's going to Rushmore.

9:22, Personal note. When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun...so once when I was six I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming but I had seen that before, I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink & then the brightness began to disolve. My pupils shrank to pin holes & everything came into focus...& for a moment I understood.

Are those... live rounds?

Remember this: "Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink as the same.

All the animals come out at night...Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.

Nola: "We can't do this" Chris: "I know" Nola: "This can't lead any place.

Be White. Live White. Like this.

Supposedly Cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie-talkies into the helmet. But we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music.

Donnie: "How can you do that?" Frank: "I can do anything I want. And so can you.

This is bliss.

You can go to places in the world with pudding. That's funny.

A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.

In Heaven, everything is fine. In Heaven, everything is fine. You've got your good things. And I've got mine.