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.
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!