John Hartigan: An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.
Priest: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.
Marv: Worth dying for.
[shoots priest]
Marv: Worth killing for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Worth going to hell for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Amen.
Dwight: The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always... and never.
[narration]
Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
Dwight: Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
[voiceover]
John Hartigan: I take away his weapon.
[shoots Junior's hand]
John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them.
[shoots Junior's groin]
Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
[repeated line]
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
[last lines]
The Salesman: [narrating] Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything...
The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke?
Becky: [on cell phone] I love you too, mom.
The Salesman: [narrating, screen goes black] ... Anything.
Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the balls.
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
Marv: [while exacting revenge on Kevin] He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
[first lines]
The Salesman: [voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
