Dorothy Vallens: [to Jeffrey] I have a part of you with me. You put your disease in me. It helps me. It makes me strong.
If mom would understand, if my name were Frank Ocean, and if she knew or cared who Frank is. I wonder how she’ll feel about my new tattoo. I wonder if my oldest niece remembers me. I wonder how the first grafitti experience will be.
Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Doyle: You know, some day you’re gonna get in a situation where you can’t call for help. You’ll have to depend on yourself, and you’ll let yourself down. I’m not calling because I don’t want your mother to think we can’t make it home on our own. Call it male pride. Good, old fashioned, pig-headed, working-class, pre-fax machine/car phone, masculine pride. No accountants, no lawyers, no mommies, no daddies… no Washington lobbyists. Just a man and his wits.