Johnny: Lawyers are not to be trusted.
V: There any kinds or people worthy of your trust?
Johnny: Course. Sound technicians.

Problem with that is, the dead don't give a fuck about flowers and lit candles... They're fuckin' dead.

A careless businessman might easily drown in the mud. Me - I prefer to stay dry.

Alex: Don't look for a friend in Reed. Not him or anyone at the agency. We're a bad influence.
V: Preciate the warning, but 1 or 2 new bad influences in my life isn't gonna tip the scales much.

Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.