Eric: [After breaking into Gideon's pawn shop] "Suddenly, I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
Gideon: What the fuck are you talking about?
Eric: You heard me rapping, right?
Gideon: You're trespassing. And you owe me a fuckin' new door! [Gideon grabs a gun while Eric glances at the door.]
Eric: I'm looking for something in an engagement ring. Gold.
Gideon: Yeah. You're looking for a coroner, shit-for-brains. [He fires at Eric, who is knocked off balance, but the wound quickly heals.] Oh, shit. Oh, shit on me! Shit on me. SHIT ON ME! [After being knocked over, Gideon grabs a bat to protect himself.]
Eric: [Suddenly hanging from the ceiling] Mr. Gideon. You're not paying attention.

Albrecht: Police! Don't move - I said don't move!
Eric: I thought the police always said "Freeze."
Albrecht: Well I am the police and I say "don't move" Snow White; you move, you're dead.
Eric: And I say I'm dead; and I move...

Eric: Gentlemen!
Top Dollar: So you're him huh? The avenger. The killer of killers. Like the outfit. Not sure about the face though.
Eric: I just want him.
Top Dollar: Well you can't have him.
Eric: Well, I see you've made your decision… [Eric stands on the table] now let's see you enforce it.
Top Dollar: Aw this is already boring the shit out me, KILL 'IM!
[They all fire. Eric falls backwards off the table.]
Top Dollar: Ooh, that had to hurt.

A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that was true about everything. families, friends, feelings. But now I know, that sometimes, if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together-- nothing can keep them apart.

You cheap ass, chrome dome, child molesting, sacrophyte mother fucker!

Albrecht: Oh great! Great! Guy shows up looking like a mime from hell and you lose him, right out in the open. Well, at least he didn't do that 'walking against the wind' shit. I hate that.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Sarah: I knew it was you. Even with the makeup. I remembered your song. You said, “can't rain all the time.” That is from your song, right? [Pause. No answer.] Come on, Eric, I know you're here. I miss you... and Shelly. Get so lonely all by myself. [Pause. Still no answer.] The hell with you. I thought you cared. [She turns to leave and sees Eric's shadow on the wall.]
Eric: Sarah, I do care. [Sarah runs to him and they hug.]

Eric: Jesus Christ! Stop me if you've heard this one. Jesus Christ walks into a hotel…
[Funboy shoots him]
Eric: Ow. He hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks…
[Funboy shoots him again]
Funboy: Don't you ever fucking die?
Eric: “Can you put me up for the night?”

Detective Torres: Who's the cartoon character in the painted face?
Albrecht: Hey, you're the detective. Why don't you tell me?
Detective Torres: Okay. Gideons blows all to hell and you're having a chitchat with some weirdo who winds up in T-Bird's car when it zigs instead of zags. Then you steal one of my case files from homicide, and you're saying this is just a fucking automobile accident? Come on!
Albrecht: Yeah. Good speech though. I didn't wanna interrupt you. It sounded good. You gotta write that shit down!

[Holding a graveyard snow globe] Dad gave me this, fifth birthday. He said, 'Childhood's over the moment you know you're going to die.'

Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy-- Now that's fun!

Gideon: Goddamn creatures of the night. They never learn

Detective Torres: I've got a goddamn vigilante killer out there knocking off scum bags left and right, and you're covering up for somebody.

Albrecht: How do you steer that thing on a wet street?
Sarah: Pure talent.