Rembrandt: [while Anna and Rembrandt are fighting in the apartment] Make up your mind. Kill me, or fuck me.

Anna: [to Rembrandt] You point a gun at my pussy and then invite me to bed? I like your style.

Rembrandt: You can't buy back your past, Anna, can't change where you came from, but you can change where you're going.

Anna: Where would that be?

Rembrandt: Anna. You don't look so good.

Anna: Oh, I don't know. Nothing an apple martini and a liter of AB-positive won't fix, huh?

Moody: Our Past is never where we left it , we all have scars. If you stare at them long enough you will remember how you got them.

Moody: No more fucking birthdays. Shove birthdays up your ass!