Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?

Michael: Come back, we'll order pizza.
Trevor: Fuck you! Fuck your pizza. Fuck everything it stands for!

Eli Vance: Ah, Gordon. Here you are. We just sent the sample down to the test chamber.
Scientist 2: We boosted the anti-mass spectrometer 105 percent. Bit of a gamble, but we need the extra resolution.
Scientist 3: The administrator is very concerned that we get a conclusive analysis of today's sample. I gather they went to some length to get it.
Eli Vance: They're waiting for you Gordon, in the test chamber.

Drunkard: "I know you!"
Cole: "No, you don't."

You are still a good person.