Se7en

John Doe:
It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane.

David Mills:
It's VERY comfortable.

David Mills:
Do you like what you do for a living? These things you see?

Man in Massage Parlour Booth:
No, I don't. But that's life.

David Mills:
Yeah, a landlord's dream: a paralyzed tenant with no tongue.

William Somerset:
Who pays the rent on time.

William Somerset:
I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was virtue.

David Mills:
You're no different. You're no better.

William Somerset:
I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not. Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.

David Mills:
F***in' Dante... poetry-writing f*ggot! Piece of sh*t, motherf***er!

Dr. Beardsley:
He's experienced about as much pain and suffering as anyone I've encountered, give or take, and he still has Hell to look forward to.

John Doe:
Realize detective, the only reason that I'm here right now is that I wanted to be.

David Mills:
No, no, we would have got you eventually.

John Doe:
Oh really? So, what were you doing? Biding your time? Toying with me? Allowing five innocent people to die until you felt like springing your trap? Tell me, what was the indisputable evidence you were going to use on me right before I walked up to you and put my hands in the air?

John Doe:
What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and f***ing / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended.

John Doe:
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.

William Somerset:
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.

David Mills:
He's a nut-bag! Just because the f***er's got a library card doesn't make him Yoda!

William Somerset:
It's impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions.

David Mills:
C'mon, he's insane. Look. Right now he's probably dancing around in his grandma's panties, yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter.

David Mills:
I don't think you're quitting because you believe these things you say. I don't. I think you want to believe them, because you're quitting. And you want me to agree with you, and you want me to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. It's all f***ed up. It's a f***ing mess. We should all go live in a f***ing log cabin." But I won't. I don't agree with you. I do not. I can't.

William Somerset:
This isn't going to have a happy ending.

David Mills:
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a f***ing t-shirt, at best.

David Mills:
I've been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you're insane? Maybe you're just sitting around, reading "Guns and Ammo", masturbating in your own feces, do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how f***ing crazy I really am!"? Yeah. Do you guys do that?

David Mills:
What do you got?

William Somerset:
Dead dog.

John Doe:
I didn't do that.

William Somerset:
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

John Doe:
It seems that envy is my sin.

David Mills:
Honestly, have you ever seen anything like this?

William Somerset:
No.

John Doe:
Become vengeance, David. Become wrath.

William Somerset:
If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the devil, I mean if he's Satan himself, that might live up to our expectations, but he's not the devil. He's just a man.

John Doe:
Don't ask me to pity those people. I don't mourn them any more than I do the thousands that died at Sodom and Gomorrah.

William Somerset:
Is that to say, John, that what you were doing was God's good work?

John Doe:
The Lord works in mysterious ways.

William Somerset:
If John Doe's head splits open and a UFO should fly out, I want you to have expected it.

California:
Somebody call somebody.

David Mills:
Get out of the F***ING HALL, police!

David Mills:
He's f***in' with us!

David Mills:
See this? This is us.

Mark Swarr:
My client says there are two more bodies... two more victims, hidden away. He will take Detectives Mills and Somerset to these bodies, but only Detectives Mills and Somerset. Only at six o'clock today.

David Mills:
Why us?

Mark Swarr:
He says he admires you.

David Mills:
How is it working for a scumbug like this? You proud of yourself?

Police Captain:
Ease back, Mills.

Mark Swarr:
I'm required by law to serve my clients to the best of my ability, and to serve their best interests.

David Mills:
I seem to remember us knocking on your door.

John Doe:
Oh, that's right. And I seem to remember breaking your face.

David Mills:
What's in the box?

William Somerset:
We'll just talk to him.

David Mills:
Uh huh. Yeah. Excuse me, sir. Are you, by any chance, a serial killer? Okay.

William Somerset:
You do the talking. Put that silver tongue of yours to work.

David Mills:
Have you been talking to my wife?

David Mills:
Hello?

John Doe:
I admire you. I don't know how you found me, but imagine my surprise. I respect you law enforcement agents more everyday.

David Mills:
Well, I appreciate that... John. I tell you...

John Doe:
No, no, you listen, all right? I'll be readjusting my schedule in light of today's little... setback. I just had to call and express my admiration. Sorry I had to hurt... one of you, but I really didn't have a choice, did I?

David Mills:
Hmm.

John Doe:
You will accept my apology, won't you? I feel like saying more, but I don't want to ruin the surprise.

David Mills:
Oh yeah? Detective Mills, M-I-L-L-S, f*** you!