Jack Deth: Last January, I finally singed Martin Whistler out on one of the rim planets. Since then, I've been hunting down the last of his murdering cult. We call them "Trancers:" slaves to Whistler's psychic power. Not really alive, not dead enough. It's July now, and I'm tired. Real tired.
Jack Deth: What kind of name is Peter Gunn?
Leena: What kind of name is Jack Deth?
Leena: Are you crazy? You killed Murray.
Jack Deth: Has Murray ever turned yellow and gone after someone like he went for me?
Jack Deth: What I do wrong?
Leena: I don't know, maybe you're schizo or something.
Jack Deth: What? What does that mean?
Leena: Last night you said you grew up in L.A. Today you couldn't find Cahuanga Boulevard, you put sh!t in your hair, you can't even remember my name
Mrs. Santa Claus: Leena! Get over here!
Jack Deth: Your name's Leena?
Leena: Did I give you my phone number?
Jack Deth: No.
Leena: Oh, thank God.
Jack Deth: I'm from another time, another world. I don't even know what you people eat for lunch.
Leena: Did you mean what you said last night?
Jack Deth: Yeah, sure. What did I say last night?
Leena: Phil, come on. You said that making love to me was the ethereal union of two lost souls.
[Jack has just time-traveled back into Phil's body, waking up in bed with Lena]
Jack Deth: Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, Phil...
Hap Ashby: Merry Christmas!
[Martin Whistler opens fire]
Hap Ashby: Peace on fuckin' earth!
[Jack hears 'Whistler's Mother' advertised at an art auction]
Jack Deth: I didn't know he had a mother.
Santa Claus: [mouth closed; voice of Whistler] Welcome to the twentieth century, Jack Deth.
Lt. Weisler: Who is that man?
[referring to Jack Deth]
Hap Ashby: Him? Fortune Teller.
Jack Deth: [to McNulty] If I catch you in L.A. again, I don't care if you're a kid, an old lady, or a kitty cat, I'm gonna kick your ass!
Leena: You can't get home. What are you going to do now?
Jack Deth: It's okay. I kinda like it here.
Leena: [referring to Baby McNulty] Is that your boss?
Jack Deth: She thinks he is.