Carnage

"Don't you tell me about Africa. I know all about suffering in Africa!"

"Morally you're supposed to overcome your impulses, but there are times you don't want to overcome them."

Nancy: "At least our kid isn't a little wimpy-ass faggot!"
Penelope: "Yours is a fucking snitch!"

Michael: "What happened to your sense of humor?"
Penelope: "I don't have a sense of humor and I don't want one!"

Nancy: "Let's get out of here, Alan. These people are monsters."
Alan: "Stop it, Nancy."
Nancy: "No, no, no. I want to drink some more. I... I wanna get drunk off my ass! This... this bitch throws my bag against the ceiling, nobody lifts a finger. I wanna be blind drunk."
Alan: "You're drunk enough."
Nancy: "How can you let her call our son a criminal? We come over here to work things out with them and they, they insult us, they browbeat us, they lecture us about being good citizens of the world! I am glad our son kicked the shit out of your son and I wipe my ass with your human rights!"
Michael: "Wow! Get a couple of drinks in her and bam!, her true self comes out."

"Penelope, I believe in the god of carnage. The god whose rule's been unchallenged since time immemorial."

"Keep on stroking your own ego. It's beautiful."

"I saw your friend Jane Fonda on TV the other day. Made me want to run out and buy a Ku Klux Klan poster."