George: So, what's next? Onward and upward?
Rube: "Onward", not "upward". No pearly gates for you. No choirs of angels, either.
George: You dick! You're sendin' me to hell?

George: That's very Zen of you, you must smoke pot.

Data Entry Guy: Files don't just disappear.
George: They do if you drop them down an elevator shaft.

George: We lead our lives, and when they end, sometimes we leave a little of ourselves behind. Sometimes we leave money, a painting, sometimes we leave a kind word. And sometimes, we leave an empty space.

George: Who decides what we look like?
Mason: I don't know. Maybe this is what our inner child looks like when it grows up.
George: If that were the case, it looks like my inner child's road to adulthood was paved with crack cocaine, ten-dollar blowjobs, and maybe even a trick baby or two.

Delores: It was the 80's and everyone was doing so much cocaine"

Joy: Reggie has been stealing toilet seats and bringing home dead animals. Do you think slapping out photos will stop that?"

Mason: Nice Legs, what time do they open?"

George: it was reasuring to finally find someone else who wanted to be bad, and it was horrifying to know it wasnt just what i do now that matters. It was what i did then...

Data Entry Guy: Files don't just disappear.
George: They do if you drop them down an elevator shaft.

Betty: Oh, and always be nice to that lady at the DMV.
Roxy: I told that bitch that her weave looked like carpet, and now my social insurance number pulls up *two* bankruptcies!

Mason: I need to be unconcious now.

Rube: I'm gonna kill that f*cking baby.

Rube: He's Not Your Rolemodel.

Rube: F*cking Gravelings...

Rube: Angels? Oh, no, no, no! Angels don't like getting their hands dirty. You know, upper management types!

George:You could of been the biggest turd in the toilet and still come out smelling like a rose

George: I felt something I've never felt before...someone's hand on my ass! Someone was cupping my ass!