Loomis: Sir why are you so upset? It's just Pollux Troy.

Dr. Eve Archer: Well, Sean, I knew it only a matter of time before you forgot where we lived.

Castor Troy: [As Sean Archer] Come on, gimme a break, every house on this block looks the same.

Castor Troy: [holding his gun at Archer] Wow. We have something in common. We both know our guns.

Castor Troy: [as Sean Archer] Sasha, baby, I'm Castor. That's Archer.

Sasha Hassler: And I'm bored.

Pollux Troy: Seeing that face on you makes me afraid my tiramisu might come back up.

Castor Troy: Well, think about me. This nose. This hair. This ridiculous chin.

Castor Troy: I torched *all* the evidence that proves you're you. So, like, WOW! Looks like you're gonna be in here for...

Castor Troy: [in a childish na-na tone] THE NEXT HUNDRED YEARS!

Castor Troy: [after saving Archers daughter from help boyfriend raping her] Do you have protection?

Jamie Archer: Protection? You mean like condoms?

Castor Troy: [pulls out his switchblade] No. Protection. Next time, let Carl drop his pants, slip this in his thigh, turn it. That way the wound won't close...

Castor Troy: Well, you're gonna have to shoot me, 'cause I don't really give a fuck!

Castor Troy: I'm ready, ready for the big ride baby!

Burke Hicks: Don't you remember the little people?

Castor Troy: Sasha, what the *fuck*... are you doing here?

Jamie Archer: Please tell me what planet I'm on!

Castor Troy: When all else fails - fresh tactics!

Dr. Eve Archer: Happy Birthday, Mikey. He took our baby, Sean. He took our little boy.

Buzz: Listen, sir... we just want you to know...

Wanda: We're all really sorry about Tito.

Castor Troy: [as Sean Archer] Yeah, well, shit happens.

Castor Troy: You are right, Sean. I misbehaved. I have to be punished. But remember... Every time when you look in the mirror, you'll see my face.

Walton: You are now the property of Erewhon Prison. A citizen of nowhere. The Geneva Convention is void here; Amnesty International doesn't know we exist. When I say your ass belongs to me, I mean exactly that.

Dr. Malcolm Walsh: What do you want?

Castor Troy: Take one goddamn guess.

Dietrich Hassler: God damn. My place is getting FUCKED up.

Castor Troy: Ha HA HA HA HA Ha!

Castor Troy: If I were to send you flowers where would I... no, let me rephrase that. If I were to let you suck my tongue, would you be grateful?