John Milton: Freedom baby is never having to say you are sorry.
Kevin Lomax: What about love?
John Milton: Overrated. Biochemically no different from eating large quantities of chocolate.
John Milton: A woman’s shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she’s alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man’s land in that battle between the mind and the body.
Kevin Lomax: Is this a test?
Pam: Isn’t everything?
Kevin Lomax: Are we negotiating?
John Milton: Always.
John Milton: The worst vice is advice.
Kevin Lomax: “Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven”, is that it?
John Milton: Why not? I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I’ve nurtured every sensation man’s been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.
John Milton: I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.
Kevin Lomax: Who are you?
John Milton: Oh there are so many names.
Kevin Lomax: Satan?
John Milton: Call me Dad.
John Milton: Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.
John Milton: Self love, the all natural opiate.
John Milton: Who in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny that the twentieth century was mine, all of it Kevin, all of it mine?