ERIC: "It can't rain all the time..."

[after Sarah almost gets hit by the cab]

Sarah: "What are you supposed to be, a clown or somethin?" Eric: "Sometimes..."

[While attacking Shelly]

T-Bird: Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful Goodness was.

[Just before he stabs Tin-Tin]

Eric Draven: Victims ... aren't we all?

[In the pawn shop]

Eric Draven: Mr. Gideon... you're not paying attention.

[In the Street, after Gideon's shop Explodes]

Albrecht: DON'T MOVE! Eric Draven:

i I thought cops always said "Freeze!" Albrecht: Well, I am the police and I say don't move, you move Snow White and you're dead! Eric Draven: And I say I'm dead ... and I move...

[While removing morphine from Darla's arm]

Eric Draven: Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.

[In Top Dollar's office after Gideon's shop burns down]

T-Bird: I got trouble. One of my crew got himself perished. Top Dollar: And who might that be? T-Bird: Tin Tin. Somebody stuck his knives in all his major organs in alphabetical order. Top Dollar: Well, by all means, I think we ought to have an introspective moment of silence for poor ol' Tin Tin.

[In Fun Boy's flat]

Eric Draven: Take your best shot, Fun Boy. You got me dead-bank. Fun Boy: You are seriously fucked up. Did you look in your mirror? You need professional help.

[In Fun Boy's flat]

Fun Boy (after being amazed by Eric's healing hand): Jesus Christ! Eric (sarcastically): Jesus Christ...stop me if you've heard this one. Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. [first gunshot]

Eric (quite unemotionally): Ow. (strutting) He hands the innkeeper three nails and asks... [gunshot 2] Fun Boy (desperate): Don't you ever fuckin' die?!? Eric: "Can you put me up for the night?"

[After he gets shot in the leg]

Fun Boy: Oh God! Look what you've done to my sheets!

[In Albrecht's apartment]

Eric Draven: Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kinda trivial. Believe me, nothing's trivial.

[After the massacre in Top Dollar's meeting room]

Eric Draven: Guess it's not a good day to be a bad guy, eh Skank?

[Just before shooting Eric in the cathedral]

Top Dollar: Quick Impression for ya... Caw, Caw! Bang! FUCK! I'm dead!

[On the cathedral rooftop]

Top Dollar: Ya know, my daddy used to say, every man's got a devil, and you can't rest until you find him. Whatever happened back there with you and your girlfriend, I cleared that building. Hell, nothing happens in this town without my say-so. So I'm sorry if I spoiled your wedding plans, there, friend. But if it's any consolation to you, you have put a smile on my face.

Top Dollar: Boys. It seems our friend T-Bird won't be joining us this evening…on account of a slight case of death. You wanna sit down (to Skank)? Well, well, well. Devil's Night is upon us again. I thought we'd throw a little party, start a bunch of fires, make a little profit.

("I like the pretty lights. - Myca)

Problem is, it's all been done before. You see what I'm saying?

(That's no reason to quit.)

Wrong. Best reason to quit. Only reason to quit. A man has an idea. The idea attracts others like-minded. The idea expands. The idea becomes an institution. What was the idea? See, that's what's been bothering me, boys. But I'll tell ya, when I used to think about the idea itself, it'd put a big old smile on my face. You see, gentlemen, greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy - Now that's fun!

(What about Devil's Night?)

What about it? I started the first fires in this goddamn city. Before I knew it, every charlatan shitheel was imitating me. Do you know what they got now? Devil's Night greeting cards. Isn't that precious? Yeah. The idea has become an institution, boys. Time to move along.

(You don't want us to do "Light My Fire" time for the whole city?)

No. No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the god's will notice us again, that's what I'm saying. I want all of you boys to look me straight in the eye one more time and say, "are we having fun or what?" Hey you! What's your name?

(Huh - Skank)

Skank! You don't feel that?

(I feel like a little worm on a big on a big fuckin' hook - Skank)

"I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin' hook." Well boy, your momma must be damn proud about you! (Crow flies in) How the hell did that thing get in here?

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