Raj: I'm telling you dude, the only way to make you feel better about Penny going out with other guys, is for you to get back on the whores.
Howard: … "horse".
Raj: What?
Howard: The phrase is "get back on the horse"… not "whores".
Raj: That's disgusting, dude!
Randal Graves: Oh I'm crazy? Those fucking hobbit movies were boring as hell. All it was was a bunch of people walking. Three movies of people walking to a fucking volcano… Here's the first movie…
Bill: As you know, l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology… The mythology is not only great, it's unique.
The Bride: [who still has a needle in her leg] How long does this shit take to go into effect?
Bill: About two minutes, just long enough for me to finish my point. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak… he's unsure of himself… he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.
Bill: You would've worn the costume of Arlene Plimpton. But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. And every morning when you woke up, you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo. Oh, you can take the needle out.
The Bride: [does so] Are you calling me a superhero?
Bill: I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, goin' to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That's you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive. But you're not a worker bee. You're a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.
Troy Wiggins: Shakima's just pissed, 'cause I had her when she was still good. Shakima Greggs: Yeah, well, you the ugly-ass motherfucker that turned me around.
Proposition Joe: I heard your end would be covering my fee. Stringer Bell: Your fee? Proposition Joe: Yeah, I'm like a marriage counselor. Tell the man he oughta bring the bitch some flowers every once in a while. Tell the bitch she gotta suck some cock every once in a while. That sort of shit.
[Omar arrives] Proposition Joe: Speaking of cocksuckers…
[to Omar] Proposition Joe: I'm Proposition Joe. You fuck with me, I'll kill your whole family.
Freamon: Ain't none of you ever been in the military? Don't you know how you learn a thirty-inch quick time?
[Nobody speaks] Freamon: Draft dodging peace freaks, huh?
Moreland: I'm just a humble motherfucker with a big-ass dick. Freamon: You give yourself too much credit. Moreland: Okay then. I ain't that humble.
DA Pearlman: What's the worst thing on a woman? A drunken Irishman.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: I got to ask you. If every time Snotboogie would grab the money and run away, why'd you even let him in the game? Witness: What? Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: If Snotboogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play? Witness: You got to, this America, man.
Sgt. Jay Landsman: For you I would suggest some pantsuits, perhaps muted in color, something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstripe lawyerly affectations and the brash tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon. Rawls is watching on this one, let's at least pretend like we got a fucking clue. Freamon: Tweedy impertinence? I like that.
Avon Barksdale: Fucked up, man. Ay… y'all ask me y'all ugly ass niggas shouldn't be in here fuckin' around with all these guns and shit…
Brother Mouzone: You're the perfect bait. They will view you as conflicted, your homophobia is so visceral. Lamar: See that. I haven't even walked in the place yet and you're already calling me a cocksucker.
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