Hancock: If I die, donate my body to science.
Hancock: Except maybe my middle finger, you can send that one to Danse.
Sole: I don't have a good feeling about this.
Hancock/Deacon: What do you mean?
Sole: Don't you ever get that little voice inside your head? Y'know, the one that tells you if something will get you into trouble?
Hancock/Deacon: No...?
Sole:
Sole: That actually explains so much.
Maccready, trying his hardest not to swear: Oh fu - fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Sole: Please, I beg of you, just say fuck.
Hancock: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!
Nick: Really? Name one law.
Hancock: Don't kill people...?
Nick: Alright, that's on me. I set the bar too low.
Lucy: *accidentally kills someone* Oh geez.
Lucy: *Kills a cockroach* Holy moly!
Lucy: *escapes a near death experience* Okie Dokie that was intense.
The Ghoul: Just say “fuck” for the love of god.
Lucy:
Lucy: Fudge.