China: Can't a girl get laid around here without being burned at the stake?
Mark Loftmore: [with an unlit cigarette in his mouth] Anybody got a match?
China: I do what I want when I want. Dig it or fuck off.
Mr. Lincoln: Would you like a closer look?
Mr. Lincoln: They'll make a movie about anything nowadays.
[Mark is threatened by an armed French guard]
Mark Loftmore: I'm sorry, I was never very good at languages.
Mark Loftmore: One last thing before you kill us Lincoln!
Mr. Lincoln: You know my name?
Mark Loftmore: I should. You murdered my grandfather!
Mr. Lincoln: You're a Loftmore! Old horror lord's grandchild. Well, well, well, what a coincidence. It's such a small world!
Mark Loftmore: Well, then why do you want to end it?
Mr. Lincoln: Somebody has to.
Mark Loftmore: [reading the first bit of the essay he had his maid write for him on 'Dictators'] 'The Trouble with Dictators'. I think dictators are the bad people. They have the shouting voices, and the small moustaches.
Gemma: What's happening tonight, guys?
Tony: Nothing. I gave up drinking.
Sarah Brightman: The third time this month?