OLIVE: "See Agent"? What's that mean?
GRACE: That's just airline talk, honey.
AIRLINE SPOKESMAN: Ma'am, y-you need to calm down.
GRACE: The hell I do! My family's on that plane.
MICHAELA: You can't just walk away from this.
BEN: Watch me.
VANCE: I want verified information now. Who is he? Where is he? Does he have accomplices? If so, are they passengers? I shouldn't have to tell anyone in this room finding John Doe is a matter of national security.
Union Rep:...They catch you lying, you get fired. Automatically. And ain't nothin' the union can do except say "sayonara" and wave goodbye to your sorry ass....Don't say I didn't warn ya, huh?
CAL: Coney Island! Sweet! - I love the Cyclone!
BEN: All right, let's go! Masters of our own destiny.
OLIVE: I tried to make you ham and cheese, but the knife slipped, and I cut myself, and the blood got on the bread, and we don't have any more bread or even ham, and the cheese has green spots on it.
LOURDES: Every single one [of the photos] is me and Evie and Michaela.
JARED: The Three Amigas.
LOURDES: And only one left.
GRACE: It's weird, but, sometimes, I just I wish that someone would just say to me, "Gee, Grace, you look like hell."
CAL: I suck at this.
BEN: Everybody does. It's impossible. LeBron couldn't even sink a shot. Hey, come on. You wanna master your own destiny? Come on.