Crow

T-Bird:
This is the really real world, and there ain't no comin' back.

T-Bird:
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.

T-Bird:
I got trouble. One of my men 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:
Gentlemen, by all means, I think we ought to have an introspective moment of silence for poor ol' Tin Tin.

Top Dollar:
Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!

Eric Draven:
It can't rain all the time.

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.

Top Dollar:
Ya know, my daddy used to say every man's got a devil. And you can't rest 'til you find him... but if it's any consolation to you, you have put a smile on my face.

Sarah:
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.

Eric Draven:
I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.

Eric Draven:
Go ahead and shoot, Fun Boy. You've 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.

Eric Draven:
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you.

Sarah:
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.

Tin Tin:
Murderer? Murderer? Let me tell you a little something about murder. It's fun, it's easy, and you gonna learn all about it.

Tin Tin:
I'd like you to meet two buddies of mine. We never miss.

Top Dollar:
Dad gave me this. Fifth birthday. He said, "Childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."

Albrecht:
You killed Tin-Tin?

Eric Draven:
He was already dead. He died one year ago the moment he touched her. They're all dead. They just don't know it yet.

Albrecht:
Police! Don't move! I said, "Don't move!"

Eric Draven:
I though the police always said, "Freeze!"

Albrecht:
Well, I am the police, and I say, "Don't move!" Snow White. You move, you're dead.

Eric Draven:
And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.

Sarah:
What are you supposed to be, a clown or something?

Eric Draven:
Sometimes.

Gideon:
Please, I'm beggin' you. Don't kill me.

Eric Draven:
I'm not going to kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. And tell them Eric Draven sends his regards.

Eric Draven:
Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right?

Eric Draven:
Victims; aren't we all?

Eric Draven:
It's not a good day to be a bad guy.

Albrecht:
I thought you were invincible!

Eric Draven:
Well I was, I'm not anymore.

Skank:
F*** you, Tin Tin!

Tin Tin:
Hey, that sh*t ain't even loaded, man.

Funboy:
But this one is.

T-Bird:
Which of you Motor City motherf***ers wants to bet me THIS ONE ISN'T?

Eric Draven:
Is that gasoline I smell?

Eric Draven:
I see you have made your decision, now let's see you enforce it.

Top Dollar:
Aw, this is already boring the sh*t out of me. Kill 'im!

Top Dollar:
So you're him, huh?... The Avenger, The Killer of killers. Nice outfit, not sure about the face though?

Eric Draven:
You shouldn't smoke these. They'll kill you.

T-Bird:
FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!

Top Dollar:
How the hell did that thing get in here?

Eric Draven:
Gentlemen!

Top Dollar:
Quick impression for you: Caw! Caw! Bang! F***, I'm dead!

Funboy:
Look what you've done... to my sheets.

Top Dollar:
For a ghost you bleed just fine.

Funboy:
You are seriously f***ed up. Would you look in the mirror? I mean, you need professional help!

Funboy:
Bingo! He shoots, he scores!

Eric Draven:
Does that hurt?

Eric Draven:
Mr. Gideon, you're not paying attention! I REPEAT: A Gold engagement ring, yes? It was pawned by a customer of yours named Tin Tin. He confide it in me before he ran out of BREATH!

Eric Draven:
MURDERER!

Tin Tin:
What the f*** 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:
Yeah...

Eric Draven:
LISTEN! I'm sure you'll remember. You killed them, on Halloween.

Top Dollar:
I think we broke her.

Gideon:
My livelihood got flushed and went swirling.

Skank:
I feel like a little worm on a big f***ing hook.

Top Dollar:
Oh for f***'s sake, die would ya?

Eric Draven:
Hehe... aw f***...

Eric Draven:
you know a guy named T-bird, he had a friend that shouldn't have played with knives.

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.

Funboy:
Jesus Christ!

Eric Draven:
Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one: Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. (Fun Boy shoots him) Ow! He hands the innkeeper three nails, and he asks... (Fun Boy shoots him again)

Funboy:
Don't you ever f***in' die?

Eric Draven:
Can you put me up for the night?

Lead Cop:
What'dya call that?

Albrecht:
I call it blood, detective. But I suppose you'll write it up as "graffiti".

Albrecht:
His name is Tin-tin.

Lead Cop:
Don't any of your street-demons have real grown-up names?

Skank:
Holy sh*t! God-damned foreign cars!

Top Dollar:
No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods will notice us again, that's what I'm saying. I want all you boys 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?

Eric Draven:
A whole jolly club with jolly pirate nicknames!

Albrecht:
Are you gonna disappear into thin air again?

Eric Draven:
I think I'll use your front door.

Sarah:
When a building gets torched, all that's 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 ment to be together nothing can keep them apart.

Albrecht:
Now Sarah here is a genuine hot dogger. You hungry?

Sarah:
You buyin?

Albrecht:
I'm buyin.

Sarah:
No onions though

Albrecht:
No onions?

Sarah:
They make you fart big time.

Grange:
So that I take it was the late, great Eric Draven.