Little boy shakes Hancock awake as he sleeps on a street bench: "Hancock! Hancock!"
Hancock wakes in a drunken haze: "Whatchu want boy?"
Little Boy points at tv screens through a shop window: "Bad guys!"
Hancock: "Whatchu want? A cookie?
Little boy starts to walk away: "Asshole."
Hancock: "Whatchu call me boy?"
Little boy: "You heard me."
Dr. Squires: The city's a disaster, Luke. Its not like it used to be. It's plastic. One big f**king happy meal.
Luke Shapiro: Some people like happy meals.
Dr. Squires: Some people like the Yankees too, Luke. It doesn't mean they're right.
Lt. James Gordon - "Nothing. No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias"