Sarah: [voiceover] If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Eric Draven: Can't rain all the time...
Eric Draven: Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Morphine is bad for you. Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you.
Sarah: [voiceover] 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.
[Just before he stabs Tin-Tin]
Eric Draven: Victims; aren't we all?
Eric Draven: Little things used to mean so much to Shelly- I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.
Sarah: 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.
Funboy: Jesus Christ!
Eric Draven: Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one: Jesus Christ walks into a hotel.
[Fun Boy shoots him]
Eric Draven: Ow! He hands the innkeeper three nails, and he asks...
[Fun Boy shoots him again]
Funboy: Don't you ever fuckin' die?
Eric Draven: Can you put me up for the night?
T-Bird: Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Eric Draven: Is that gasoline I smell?
Eric Draven: Take your shot, Funboy. You got me dead bang.
Top Dollar: Our friend T-bird won't be joining us this evening on account of a slight case of death.
[after shooting the crow]
Top Dollar: Quick impression for you: Caw! Caw! Bang! Fuck, I'm dead!
Eric Draven: I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.
Top Dollar: Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!
[gazing at falling-snow crystal ball containing a mini-cemetery]
Top Dollar: Dad gave me this. Fifth birthday. He said, "Childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."
[after being shot by Top-dollar]
Eric Draven: Hehe... aw fuck...
[Collapses on the ground]
Eric Draven: Do you know someone named T-bird? He had a friend who shouldn't have played with knives.
Eric Draven: A whole jolly club with jolly pirate nicknames!
T-Bird: What? What are you talking about? Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. You mean that place downtown? Yeah, I remember her. We needed to put some fear into that little lady, she wasn't going along with our tenant relocation program. Then her idiot boyfriend shows up and turns a simple, sweeping clear into a total cluster fuck! Who gives a shit? It's ancient history. Why? What do you want? What is it? What? Speak to me! Speak!
[flashback of T-Bird and his gang breaking into Eric and Shelly's apartment]
T-Bird: [to Shelly] Did you send us these complaints?
[hits Shelly and drags her by the hair]
T-Bird: Come here! "Abashed the devil stood-" Does it get you sweaty?
[T-Bird finally recognizes Eric]
T-Bird: I know you. I know you.
T-Bird: I knew I knew you, I knew I knew you. But you ain't you. You can't be you. We put you through the window. There ain't no coming back. This is the really real world, there ain't no coming back. We killed you dead, there ain't no coming back! There ain't no coming back! There ain't no coming back!
Albrecht: Great. A 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.
[Skank puts a gun to Tin Tin's head]
Skank: Fuck you, Tin Tin!
[Tin Tin puts a knife to Skank's throat]
Tin Tin: Hey, that shit ain't even loaded, man.
[Funboy points a gun at Tin Tin]
Funboy: This one is.
[T-Bird points a gun at all three of them]
T-Bird: Which of you Motor City motherfuckers wants to bet me this one isn't?
Top Dollar: For a ghost you bleed just fine.
Albrecht: So many cops, you'd think they givin' away donuts.
Gideon: Goddamn creatures of the night. They never learn.
Top Dollar: Ya know, my daddy used to say every man's got a devil. And you can't rest 'til you find him. What happened back there with you and your girlfriend - I cleared that building. Hell, nothin' in this town happens without my say-so. So I'm sorry if I spoiled your wedding plans there, friend. But, if it's any consolation to you, you have put a smile on my face.
Eric Draven: You shouldn't smoke these. They'll kill you.
Funboy: Look what you've done... to my sheets.
T-Bird: I got trouble. One of my crew got himself perished.
Top Dollar: Yeah, and who might that be?
T-Bird: Tin Tin, somebody stuck his blades in all his major organs in alphabetical order.
Top Dollar: Well, gentlemen, by all means, I think we oughta have an introspective moment of silence for poor ol' Tin Tin.
Top Dollar: So you're him, huh? The Avenger. The Killer of Killers. Nice outfit. I'm not sure about the face, though.
Funboy: You are seriously fucked up. Would you look in the mirror? I mean, you need professional help!
[Funboy pulls the trigger, blowing a hole in Eric Draven's hand]
Funboy: Bingo! He shoots, he scores!
Gideon: My livelihood got flushed and went swirling.
Top Dollar: Oh for fuck's sake, die, will ya?
[Skank is chasing T-bird in a wrecked Yugo]
Skank: Holy shit! God-damned foreign cars!
Skank: [fast and hysterically] That's him! That's him! But he looked different. He was all painted up white like some sort of dead whore! I seen him! T-Bird he sent me in some road beers, right? Then he took him away. But, I chased him down. And he flash fried T-bird to his fucking car! Aww, T-Bird here's to you buddy.
[drinks his flask]
Skank: Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up!
Top Dollar: Maybe we oughta just video tape this, play it back in slow motion.
Top Dollar: Did you see the grave?
Skank: [still hysterical] Grave? What grave? What about my fucking grave?
[Grange pushes him away]
Grange: Three out of four. He's working his way to this speed freak right here.
Skank: [still hysterical] It's not fair. It's Funboy's fault. That boy was outta control. T-bird, he came in, said...
Skank: Waste them both! And now this ghost gonna kill my ass next!
[Top Dollar suddenly slaps him down]
T-Bird: FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!
Top Dollar: You ain't lost everything.
Gideon: Yeah? And maybe you're not such a big shot, either!
[Grange restrains him]
Gideon: Ow! Jesus!
Top Dollar: Fair enough. Catch.
[Top Dollar tosses an eyeball at him]
Top Dollar: Say hello to the last fella who wouldn't cooperate with me.
Gideon: What are you telling me thi- You telling me this thing is real?
Top Dollar: All the power in the world rests in the eyes, fella.
T-Bird: That piece of ratshit made Tin-Tin into a fucking voodoo doll!
Skank: Tin-Tin's a dick.
Skank: Fire it up!
T-Bird: [checks his watch] No Funboy.
Skank: Probably still banging away on Darla.
T-Bird: [whistles] Smokes and road beers. Be quick.
Skank: I'm on it.
[Skank goes into the store while T-Bird gets into his car and notices he is not alone]
T-Bird: [sees Eric] Who the fuck are you supposed to be, man?
Eric Draven: I'm your passenger.
[Eric disarms T-Bird, and turns his head around]
Eric Draven: Drive.
Eric Draven: MURDERER!
Tin Tin: I didn't murder nobody man. I don't even fucking know you, man. What the fuck you want, man?
Eric Draven: I want you to tell me a story: A man and a woman in a loft a year ago.
Tin Tin: You're outta your fucking mind.
Eric Draven: LISTEN! I'm sure you'll remember. You killed them, on Halloween.
Tin Tin: Yeah, yeah, right, I've got- Halloween, yeah. Some dude, some bitch, whatever, ma...
Eric Draven: Her name was Shelly. You cut her, you raped her.
Tin Tin: Shelly, yeah, yeah. I shagged her pink ass and she LOVED it!
[Eric winces at that statement and Tin-Tin decks him]
Top Dollar: I think we broke her.
Top Dollar: No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods'll notice us again, that's what I'm sayin'. I want all of you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say: ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT? Hey, you! What's your name? Skank? You don't feel that?
Skank: I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin' hook.
[All the other thugs laugh]
Top Dollar: "I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook." Well, boy, your mama must be damn proud of you!
Torres: [to Albrecht] I got a goddamned vigilante killer knocking off scumbags left and right. And you're covering up for somebody!
Skank: [mouth full of chips] What's all this happy horseshit?
T-Bird: Somebody stuck his blades in all his major organs in alphabetical order.
Grange: So that, I take it, was the late, great Eric Draven.
Myca: [studying the crow's feather] He has power. But it is power you can take from him.
Top Dollar: I like him already.
Myca: The crow is his link between the land of the living, and the realm of the dead.
Grange: So, kill the crow... and destroy the man.
T-Bird: You know, Lake Erie actually caught on fire once from all the crap floating around in it. I wish I could've seen that.
Torres: Okay, Gideon's 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 sayin' this is just a fuckin' automobile accident?
T-Bird: Department of Housing. Code violations, safety hazards... place looks fine to me. Let's redecorate.
Eric Draven: Gentlemen.
[sits on the table]
Top Dollar: So, your him, huh? The avenger. The killer of killers. Nice outfit. Not sure about the face, though.
Eric Draven: [points to Skank] I just want him.
Top Dollar: Well, you can't have him.
Eric Draven: Well,
Eric Draven: I see you've made your decision. Now let's see you enforce it.
Top Dollar: Ah, this is already boring the shit out of me. KILL HIM!