V: Nice ride. Lots of space. Practical.
Panam: Say no more. Please.
V: How the hell'd you land in this mess?
Panam: I liked the color. The air freshener and booster seat came extra.
V: You know I don't mean the car.

The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

V: Doesn't it bother you?
Ozob: What?
V: The grenade. You know, the one on your face?
Ozob: Eh, you get used to it. I just gotta be carefull not to pull the pin when I wanna pick my nose.

Didn't go through hell and back just to stand in front of a door.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.