Jamal Malik: When somebody asks me a question, I tell them the answer.

Police Inspector: [whispering] Doctors... Lawyers... never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million.
[pause]
Police Inspector: What the hell can a slumdog possibly know?
Jamal Malik: [quietly] The answers.
[spits out blood]
Jamal Malik: [quietly and gently] I knew the answers.

[after being beaten by a cop for vandalizing a car]
Jamal Malik: [to an American tourist couple] You wanted to see a bit of the real India?
Jamal Malik: [angrily to the cop] Here it is!

Maman: Jamal, the time has come to turn professional.
Youngest Jamal: Really?
Maman: But first, let me hear that song Darshan Do Ghanshyam, my favorite bhajan.
Youngest Jamal: [sings] Darshan Do...
[stops and commands]
Youngest Jamal: Fifty rupees!
[Maman looks bewildered]
Youngest Jamal: I'm a professional now, what to do?
Maman: [laughs] Cheeky little bugger!

Youngest Jamal: I just need Maman to like my singing, and we're in the money - big money, Latika.
Youngest Latika: And then what? Can we stop begging?
Youngest Jamal: Begging? Are you kidding? We'll live in a big house on Harbour Road. You, me and Salim, the three musketeers.
Youngest Latika: Harbour Road?
Really?
Youngest Jamal: Yes, in the moonlight. You and me. You'll dance with me won't you?
[dances]
Youngest Latika: [laughs] I hope you sing better than you dance.

Middle Jamal: [after being thrown off a train and seeing the Taj Mahal in the distance] Is this heaven?
Middle Salim: You're not dead, Jamal.
Middle Jamal: What is it? Some hotel?

Older Salim: Left a message for you at work.
Jamal Malik: There was no message.
Older Salim: I definitely left a mess...
Jamal Malik: There was no message! There was no message! THERE WAS NO MESSAGE!
Jamal Malik: [Looks down at Salim starting to cry a little]
Jamal
Malik: I will never forgive you!
Older Salim: I know.