Sin City, Vol. 1: The Hard Goodbye

Hell’s waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you’re here.

Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for.Amen.

I’ll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I’ll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I’ve done to him.

When you got a condition, it's bad to forget your medicine.

I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.

She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.

Dames. Sometimes all they got to do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd ever know.

I love the rain. It helps me think.

DWIGHT: Stay smart. Stay cool. It's time to prove to you're friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying. Sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.

She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never.

Hello, I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.

The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town.

Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're a blessing from above. You're Mother Theresa. You're God.