Father Daniel Flynn: Miles, I fell down. I'm old. Shit happens, get the whiskey.

[about Billy Lee]

Darlene Sweet: He talks so much he thinks he believes in something, but really he just wants to fuck who he wants to fuck.

Miles Miller: [to Father Flynn] This is not a place for a priest, Father. You shouldn't be here.

Laramie Seymour Sullivan: We might need to work on your sales pitch, son. "The El Royale: no place for a priest."

Father Daniel Flynn: I'm not really a priest.

Darlene Sweet: Yeah, no shit.

Darlene Sweet: You spend your life getting shook, you learn to spot a shaker.

Billy Lee: So, Miles, what is this? Some sort of pervert hotel?

Father Daniel Flynn: The kid can't answer you, you tied his mouth shut.

Father Daniel Flynn: Alright, yeah, I think it's some kind of pervert hotel.

Miles Miller: You have the option to stay either in California or Nevada.

Laramie Seymour Sullivan: I always wanted to stay in the honeymoon suite, even though I'm not currently on my honeymoon.

Billy Lee: Tonight we get to be our own gods.

Billy Lee: [Before he is shot by Miles] Easy there, altar boy...

Miles Miller: I can't do it. I can't kill no more people.

[last lines]

Darlene Sweet: Thank y'all for coming to listen to me tonight. It means a lot to me.

[Darleen spots Doc in the Reno lounge's seats and smiles]

Billy Lee: Did you think you could just take what's mine and I wouldn't come a-huntin'?

Emily Summerspring: She ain't yours.

Rose Summerspring: It's not up to us.

Emily Summerspring: Who's it up to, Rose?

[assessing the driveability of their smashed getaway truck]

Father Daniel Flynn: Will it run.

Felix O'Kelly: [as truck engine sputters] Let's go with yes. Think the new guy is bent or stupid?

Father Daniel Flynn: I'm goin' with stupid, but I can be persuaded.

Laramie Seymour Sullivan: First time at the El Royale?

Billy Lee: It all starts with a simple choice.

Darlene Sweet: That money is ours.

Father Daniel Flynn: ...That money is ours.

[Billy Lee initiates a sadistic game of life-or-death roulette, gambling the lives of Emily and Miles]

Billy Lee: Pick a color, Em, I'm not asking again. Pick a color. Pick a color.

Emily Summerspring: Red.

Billy Lee: I guess that makes you black, altar boy.

Miles Miller: What? No, no, no!

Billy Lee: Come here. You got some prayers, you can say 'em now.

[Billy removes the gag from Miles' mouth]

Miles Miller: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have done so much worse than you know.

Father Daniel Flynn: Kid...

Miles Miller: Father Flynn, I have sinned and I repent. Forgive me, Father. I have sinned and I... Father, please!

[Billy realizes 'Father Flynn' isn't a real priest]

Billy Lee: Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to do it?

Darlene Sweet: Miles...

Miles Miller: Please! Forgive me, Father!

Billy Lee: He's not a fucking priest, kid!

[the roulette ball lands on black]

Billy Lee: Well, it looks like the Lord hasn't forsaken you yet.

[Billy shoots Emily]

Billy Lee: Howdy.

Billy Lee: Pick a color, red or black.

Laramie Seymour Sullivan: Sir, we have a problem.