Nancy [talking about the ring from Esteban]: You notice anything different? about my hand?
Shane: Oh yeah. he said he was going to ask you.
Nancy: He told you?
Shane: We had an hombre to hombre talk... much respect... I'm cool

Nancy: You're underage, thankfully.
Shane: I think I've earned it.
Nancy: You've gone off the deep end.
Shane: Deep end - get it.

Shane: Do you ever go back to right after dad died and wish you could do things differently?
Nancy: I try not to.
Shane: I do. All the time.

Shane: You stuck your penis inside my mother at least once.
Nancy: Ok, then. Good night, Shane. Go upstairs.

Shane Botwin: Can we go home now, please?
Nancy: It's not even halftime.
Shane: I don't feel well. I think I have rickets.

Shane: But you're glad I did it.
Nancy: I'm glad it was done - not by you. Don't smile.

Silas: Maybe she's not dead - maybe she's just injured.
Shane: Maybe she's just injured before mom pulled the automatic pool cover over her head.

I liked Audra - but, you'll get over it. Time heals all wounds, well, I guess not all wounds.

Mr. Sandusky: Hello Shane. Doing your reading?
Shane: Mister Sandusky, er, did you actually read the Kiterunner before you assigned it?
Mr. Sandusky: I did, I thought you guys can handle it. Can you handle it, Shane? 'Cause it seems like you can handle a lot. You're such a multi-tasker.
Shane: I don't know what you're talking about.
Mr. Sandusky: Sure you do.
Shane: No, I don't.
Mr. Sandusky: Shane, I have 23 papers to grade tonight, they're all on Anne Frank. Do you know how depressing that is?

Silas: What's it like?
Shane: What?
Silas: Killing someone. Do you feel different?
Shane: No.
Silas: Do you feel bad?
Shane: No - at least not yet.

Nice hat. We should practice. I say ding and you hop. Ding!

Lupita: Are you a killer?
Shane: I don't like labels.