Father Daniel Flynn: Miles, I fell down. I'm old. Shit happens, get the whiskey.
[about Billy Lee]
Darlene Sweet: He talks so much he thinks he believes in something, but really he just wants to fuck who he wants to fuck.
Miles Miller: [to Father Flynn] This is not a place for a priest, Father. You shouldn't be here.
Laramie Seymour Sullivan: We might need to work on your sales pitch, son. "The El Royale: no place for a priest."
Darlene Sweet: You spend your life getting shook, you learn to spot a shaker.
Father Daniel Flynn: I'm not really a priest.
Darlene Sweet: Yeah, no shit.
Billy Lee: So, Miles, what is this? Some sort of pervert hotel?
Father Daniel Flynn: The kid can't answer you, you tied his mouth shut.
Billy Lee: Tonight we get to be our own gods.
Miles Miller: You have the option to stay either in California or Nevada.
Laramie Seymour Sullivan: I always wanted to stay in the honeymoon suite, even though I'm not currently on my honeymoon.
Miles Miller: I can't do it. I can't kill no more people.
Father Daniel Flynn: Alright, yeah, I think it's some kind of pervert hotel.
Billy Lee: [Before he is shot by Miles] Easy there, altar boy...
[last lines]
Darlene Sweet: Thank y'all for coming to listen to me tonight. It means a lot to me.
[Darleen spots Doc in the Reno lounge's seats and smiles]
Billy Lee: Howdy.
Billy Lee: Did you think you could just take what's mine and I wouldn't come a-huntin'?
Emily Summerspring: She ain't yours.
Rose Summerspring: It's not up to us.
Emily Summerspring: Who's it up to, Rose?
[assessing the driveability of their smashed getaway truck]
Father Daniel Flynn: Will it run.
Felix O'Kelly: [as truck engine sputters] Let's go with yes. Think the new guy is bent or stupid?
Father Daniel Flynn: I'm goin' with stupid, but I can be persuaded.
Billy Lee: It all starts with a simple choice.
Laramie Seymour Sullivan: First time at the El Royale?
Billy Lee: Pick a color, red or black.
