That's it. She's dead. She's been dead a long fucking time and nobody gives a shit but you.

[holding a picture of Welles' wife and daughter] What I could do with faces like these on film. On second thought, why would I need their faces?

If there was no honor among perverts and pornographers, the whole fucking business would fall apart.

[dying from a gunshot wound to the neck] This is wrong, something's wrong. Oh, God, not like this. I'm supposed to have something more cinematic. Kill them, Machine... kill them all. [dies]

[after removing his mask for the first time] What were you expecting? A monster?

You know the best part of killing someone? The look on their face. It's that look. Not when they're threatened. Not when you hurt them. Not even when they see the knife. It's when they feel the knife go in. That's it. It's surprise. They just can't believe it's really happening to them. She had that look, the girl, when she knew it wasn't just porno.

There's no mystery. Things I do, I do them because I like them! Because I want to!

[watching a video of Machine torturing a woman] Oh, he's a lover, man... definitely loves what he does for a living.

I can hook you up, though. You name the vice I name the price.

[On selling porn] I don't buy it. I don't endorse it. I just point the way.

He's a producer-slash-director-slash weirdo. He's like the Jim Jarmusch of S & M.

So you got a wife and a daughter and a nice little yellow house and a dog named 'Shep'. What the hell are you doing here?

There are some things that you see, and you can't unsee them. Know what I mean?

Hey! It's like a gas station, you pay before you pump!

Dance with the devil and the devil don't change, the devil changes you.