Nada: I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum.
Nada: You, you're okay. This one: real fuckin' ugly.
[Dollar Note with subliminal message]: THIS IS YOUR GOD
Frank: I've walked a white line my entire life, I'm not about to screw that up.
Nada: White line's in the middle of the road, that's the worst place to drive.
Nada: You know, you look like your head fell in the cheese dip back in 1957.
Nada: You see, I take these glasses off, she looks like a regular person, doesn't she? Put 'em back on...
[puts them back on]
Nada: ...formaldehyde-face!
Bearded Man: They are dismantling the sleeping middle class. More and more people are becoming poor. We are their cattle. We are being bred for slavery.
Nada: [1:01:48] Brother, life's a bitch... and she's back in heat.
Nada: I'm giving you a choice: either put on these glasses or start eatin' that trash can.
Frank: Not this year!
Nada: Mama don't like tattletales.
Nada: Put the glasses on! Put 'em on!
Frank: Listen, man, I don't like anyone following me if I don't know why they are.
Nada: Well, I don't join up with anyone, unless I know where they're going.
Frank: What do these things want?
Gilbert: They're free-enterprisers. The earth is just another developing planet. Their third world.
[Nada and Frank are fighting, and Nada, trying to get up, tries to grab Frank's testicles]
Frank: You dirty motherfucker!
Street Preacher: Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you! All around you!
Nada: That's like pouring perfume on a pig.
Blonde Haired Cop: Where did you get those sun glasses?
Nada: [cynical] From the Tooth Fairy!
