What happened to your tan?"--Fang "It was dirt." --Max

I offered to pee on him, but they said no

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

Listen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off at your knees without a blink. Do you understand?

I stared at her in amazement. "How do you even live with yourself?"..."You're willing to sell children to a foreign government so they can be used as weapons, possibly against other Americans. I don't get it. Were you hiding behind a door on morals and ethics day?...You couldn't mother someone if they shot five gallons of estrogen into your veins.

My, g**, he was as strong as a team of oxen. That would be strong right?

My thing is when we're doing a movie or TV show, I just want to go in and look at it and go, "That was great."