Perry: Do not play detective. This is not a book. This is not a movie.
Harry: [to himself] And yeah, looking back, I maybe should've said something, told her I wasn't really a nipple - DETECTIVE, detective. Uhm, sorry...
Harmony Age 7: I'm going to be an actress.
Perry: You think that's funny huh? I'm going to break your nose now.
[nonchalantly pistol whips the guy in the nose]
Harry: [referring to Embry, Indiana] When in doubt, cut up a pig -- that was the town's motto.
Perry: Do you have to smoke?
Harry: Do you want me to put it out, when we get near the...?
Perry: Yeah, as soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs. Just throw it in there.
Harry: Its hard to believe it was just last Christmas that Harmony and I changed the world. And we didn't mean to and it didn't last long. You know a thing like that can't.
Woman in Hospital Blues: I don't like him; Kurt Cobain. He stole my cricket.
Harry: [after shooting many men he drops the gun down on the street] There... All done... Finished.
Harry: She slept with Chook Chutney!
Perry: Wait, "Chook Chutney"? Yeah he's gay.
Pink Hair Girl: [She's just been shot, but sees him hiding under the bed] Who are you?
Harry Lockhart: [He puts his fingers to his lips, then hers, whispers] Shh... shit.
Pink Hair Girl: Uhh...
[she dies]
