Johnny: Why is it that the Baptist have all the women and no booze and the Catholics have all the booze and no women.
Zandalee: [to Thierry while having sex for the first time in months] See, all our parts work.
Zandalee: I can't do this anymore! I can't be what you want me to be.
Johnny: Yes, you can. Roll over on your stomach.
OPP Man: Nothin's as good as they say it is, not even ME and I can do something pretty awful good.
Johnny: People die and people die , everybody dies... leave him.
Thierry Martin: Who among us can withstand the wild pain of love's demand? It brings to us its blunt decree. Leave deceit or leave with me. And we who listen, what do we say?
Johnny: I think money's an excuse for a lack of art, anyway.
Johnny: It's pretty hard to hide the clairvoyance of the eyes.
Louis Medina: Some people escape God's eye. Conscience is the sole arbiter of the individual
Johnny: When I'm inside you. I feel lost at the edge of the universe. Travelling, exploring. Roll over on your stomach. And we'll fuck like animals. In the altar of the primal.
Thierry Martin: If you compromise your honor you lose everything and God help you then.
Tatta: The longer you look at the problems the bigger they get. That's true for the solutions, too.
Thierry Martin: Western wind, when will thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ that my love were in my arms and I'm in my bed again.
Thierry Martin: But sorry's gonna get us but a pool of tears and a box of Kleenex.
Thierry Martin: And judgin' by your size I mean figuratively speakin' to us. A gentlemen politely holds his say in polite company except when honor is a stake and then it's to the proverbial duellin' oak. Honor. Honor. Who cares? Lies and manipulation, these are the duellin' blades of the day, Jack.
OPP Man: It's like I always say, be careful what you want, you might just get it. Speak it once in the heart an amen, hallelujah, it's there. That's a religious heart-of-fact.
Johnny: I'm not worried, I don't care the things happen for a reason.
Johnny: When I go in my kitchen to make toast. I smell your skin. I can't get you out of me.
Barker: What is the Lord? Where is He hiding and why can't I see Him inside? So I ask you Are you tired of searching for God? Well, he's not wearing Levi 501's.
Louis Medina: It is not the ring that gives soul to honor, it is heart. An unswerving heart.