Omega Man

Robert Neville:
There's never a cop around when you need one.

Robert Neville:
Hi, Big Brother, how's your ass?

Robert Neville:
At it again, I see? What will it be tonight? Museum of Science? Some library? Poor miserable bastards.

Little Girl:
Are you God?

Lisa:
Let's find out if he's even a doctor before we go promoting him, okay?

Dutch:
I was a med-school senior when they scratched the world. As a matter of fact, I was planning on applying to biowar labs for my post-doc, but, heh-heh, the next term never came.

Robert Neville:
Now I'm sorry you didn't make it.

Lisa:
Sorry the world didn't make it.

Lisa:
Is there anything you can do, DOCTOR, I mean, seeing as how you've lost over 200 million patients?

Robert Neville:
You know the old song? If you were the only girl in the world, and I was the only boy, well, okay, but until then, don't bother me? Well, I guess I'm the only boy...

Lisa:
What's this for?

Neville:
Comfort.

Neville:
And Speedy Bob Neville - his great legs churning goes speeding across the finish line with a three minute and fifty second mile. Go ahead, let's see some son-of-a-b*tch beat that.

Neville:
Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard, it starts with you asking yourself silly questions. OK, let's get cleaned up.

Matthias:
One creature, caught. Caught in a place he cannot stir from in the dark, alone, outnumbered hundreds to one, nothing to live for but his memories, nothing to live with but his gadgets, his cars, his guns, gimmicks... and yet the whole family can't bring him down from that, that...

Zachary:
Honky paradise, brother?

Matthias:
Forget the old ways, brother, all the old hatreds.

Black Power Lisa:
All right you son-of-a-b*tch, you just hold tight. Up against the wall, you mother!

Neville:
My name's Robert.

Black Power Lisa:
Your name's mud.

Black Power Lisa:
Don't screw up. I know how to roll, but it's hard on the elbows. And if you just have to play James Bond, I'll bust your ass.

Black Power Lisa:
It's OK, Tommy. This is the man... and I mean "The Man," but he's cool.

Dutch:
You could save the world.

Black Power Lisa:
Screw the world, save Ritchie.

Matthias:
Definition of a scientist - a man who understands nothing until there was nothing left to understand.

Neville:
So, there is a little light in the forest after all.

Matthias:
Take him to the little room... for questioning.

Neville:
Tell me something, would you? Are you fellas really with the Internal Revenue Service?

Matthias:
You are discarded. You are the refuse of the past.

Neville:
You are full of crap!

Dutch:
Well, let's move kids. We've got a long way to go.

Matthias:
Now we must build.

Robert Neville:
Build coffins, that's all you'll need.