Laughing Bull: Know this Swimming Bird: This blue eye percieves all things conjoined. The past, the future, and the present. Everything flows and all is connected. This eye is not merely seen reality. It is touching the truth. Open the eye of truth... There is nothing to fear. Spike: Yea... I know what you mean.
Ed: Food, glorious food!
Ed: Teeter Totter Teeter Totter!
Lee Samson: Twentieth century games are really nice. Games nowadays are getting boring. I'm more into old school games like this one. Back then, games like these were enough for everyone. It's the same with hackers. It was better when there were few. Then, even the smallest thing left you in the history books. Now, protection is tighter everywhere. Unless you do something really big, no one will know you. That's why I am grateful towards you, seriously. I always wanted to... try being a terrorist. (a policeman stops the car. Lee loses the game) Lee Samson: Aww... I died. Officer: Let me see your license. Where are you heading? From here on there are only warehouses. (Vincent pulls out a gun and shoots the officer in the head at point blank range. They drive off) Lee Samson: Aww... He died.
Spike: And you, you take way too long when you're taking a shit.
Spike: (English version) Excuse me Jett, you said three, not four.
Jett: Disinformation is sometimes required for enemies as well as allies.
Spike: Don't give me that art of war crap,
(pointing to the thief)
Spike: and you, you take too long to take a shit.
Vincent: Before you part from this world, can you tell me something? I am already dead since Titan and this world the butterflies are showing me... Is it a dream? Or is their world the real one and the world where I was, the dream? I don't know.
Vincent: Why don't you shoot?
Vincent: What's wrong? Lose your nerve? You started out so fearlessly. Go on. Pull the trigger.
Spike: I don't think so. I blow the bounty if I blow you away.
Vincent: I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for eternity.
Spike: (sarcastically) You're an original, aren't you?
(Ed finds Lee Sampson and calls Faye)
Faye: Really? That's great! I really didn't mean it when I said you were a pain in the butt.
Robber D: (Spike pulls a gun after being warned to drop the weapon, waving a gun in an old lady's face) Don't you get it? I'm gonna SPLATTER GRANDMA!
Spike: Well, that's a real shame. But, we're not cops and we're not from some charity organization. Sorry lady, we don't protect or serve. This is strictly business.
Robber D: What?
Spike: Guess you'll just have to chalk it up to bad luck.
Robber D: (growls) Cowboy scumbag!
Spike: (fighting Electra, who seems a formidable opponent) Are all the employees here like you? You got some pretty classy moves for a corporate girl.
(Faye draws a picture of Vincent)
Faye: There you go!
(everyone looks at the drawing)
Jet: That's really unique Faye! Is that a mugshot or your version of Picasso?
Spike: (chuckles) Hey I'll make you a deal. If anyone can catch him with that drawing, I'll pay you the bounty myself Faye!
Faye: Fine, I'll just go catch him myself. You two can stay here and make your funny little jokes.
Jet: So ends another episode of "Wasting Time with Faye".
Jet: Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun...
Hoffman: Even if you play by the rules, nothing ever gets solved!
Vincent: What's your name?
Spike: Spike... Spiegel...
Vincent: I'll meet you at the end of this world.