Parole Board Official: Mr. Blake, what will you do if you get out of prison?
Blake: [thinking] Well, I guess, Mr. Chairman, that first I'll pay a visit to your house.
Parole Board Official: To thank me, I suppose?
Blake: No... to fuck your wife. And your daughter. Hell, maybe even your dog.
Earl Talbot Blake: What the fuck is going on?
Kim: It's Styles. His friends grabbed me and dragged me here.
Earl Talbot Blake: That's impossible!
Kim: Well, I saw him.
Earl Talbot Blake: I killed his life, and he killed himself. You're lying!
Kim: Lying? You stupid, macho fuck! I can't believe this! I can't believe that I've been kissing your ass all these fucking years, and you're such a shithead! You didn't kill his life, and you didn't fuck his mind. You know what you did? You pissed him off. You really fucking pissed him off, and now you're fucked!
[after taking a female hostage]
Earl Talbot Blake: Pork, back off or else she's gonna need a paper bag over her head when her boyfriend fucks what's left of her!
Parole Board Official: The parole board's ready, Blake. I hope you remembered to floss.
Parole Board Official: I did! With your wife's pubic hair!
Chewalski: [meeting Blake for the first time] I know you. You're that dude got busted on America's funniest home video.
Earl Talbot Blake: I mean, there we were, both of us... at the beginning of our careers. Then all of a sudden, one of us... took off! Lit up the sky like a meteor. And why? Because he met the other.
Nick Styles: You killed Farris, didn't you?
Earl Talbot Blake: You killed my life.
Nick Styles: So, now we're even, is that it?
Earl Talbot Blake: [scoffs] We're not even close.
Odessa: Do you wanna know who's really got the power? Bring your ass to the tower.
Nick Styles: What the fuck is wrong with all y'all? Selling drugs to each other, 'cause ya damn sure ain't selling them in Beverly Hills. Killing yourselves, and for what? Make ya feel like a man? Or does it make ya dick hard? Punk motherfuckers.
[Nick is trying to persuade Odessa to stop dealing at the Towers]
Nick Styles: Do it for your mother.
Odessa: What about my mother, motherfucker?
Nick Styles: Your mother, nigga! The one that died of a broken heart, praying with my father every night over your sorry ass. The one that buried your kid brother without his head because they couldn't find it. Don't play me, Odessa.
Bookstore owner: You're the D.A.!
Nick Styles: Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.
Nick Styles: I guess a Beretta in the butt beats a butterfly in a boot, huh?
Earl Talbot Blake: I'm gonna do something far worse than kill you. I'm gonna let you live.
Alice Styles: You lied to me.
Nick Styles: I didn't lie to you. I just didn't tell the whole truth.
Alice Styles: You're such a lawyer.
Nick Styles: If that's how you treat your friends, Blake, I'm glad we're enemies.
[Nick Styles approaches a car driver that almost ran him down, and suddenly sees it's Blake]
Nick Styles: Jesus Christ.