Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?

You're not very good at being contemplative," Milo said. "You always sound like some bad caricature of a philosopher, like those fortune cookies with 'Confucius say' or the Nietzsche guy from Mystery Men that's always saying 'when you walk on the ground, the ground walks on you.

You know something?" He lifted his head, and when he turned to me, he had this strange look in his eyes. Almost as if he was really seeing me for the first time. "I don't think I ever really lived until this. I've never done anything that mattered before, but now I'm fighting to save my life, and yours. And I know it sounds really cheesy and lame, but I don't think I ever really felt alive. Not until I met you.

Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life

You could kill me, Alice, he looked at me seriously. That's how much you mean to me. As foolish and masochistic as that makes me, you are so much to me that even if it destroys me to be with you, I'll be with you!

What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.

Wendy: Why are you staring at me? Finn: Because you're standing in front of me.