Hill: God made sunsets full of color and God made race horses that run in a flash. God made the orange, the apple and strawberries, but God's greatest creation is pussy. I don't mean to be crude or nothing but... you can have all the sunsets, horses and fruit there is, just give me all the pussy in the world. Fuck, I don't need all the pussy, just one a day. Every day.

Hill: Hey Schillinger.
Schillinger: What do you want?
Hill: How much would it cost to mail me out of here?
Schillinger: Mail you? What are you talking about?
Hill: I've been trying to think of ways to get out of here.
Schillinger: Escape from Oz?
Hill: Yeah. And I figured, you know, you could box me up in a crate and mail me to my wife overnight express, Priority Mail, whatever. How much would that cost? Postage, shipping, handling, et cetera?
Schillinger: Are you serious?
Hill: Yeah.
Schillinger: Then you're nuts.
Hill: Is that a no?
Schillinger: Yeah. No. No, yeah, it's a no. Get the fuck out of here before I tip you over.
Hill: All right, Vern, I ain't mad at you. You can't help it if you're ugly and stupid.

Hill: I know what you're thinking. "Boy Meets Girl", that's one boring fucking story. It always goes the same way. But there are variations on the theme, like "Boy meets dog, boy loses dog, boy buys new dog" or "girl meets psychiatrist, girl goes to therapy for the next ten years", or in Oz there's always "boy meets boy".

Hill: I used to box.
O'Reily: Where? In the Special Olympics?

Hill: Its rare when You say goodbye to someone that You know its going to be the last Time.You can try and say all those things You should have said before.Or You can hold on and hope that the moment will last a Lifetime

Hill: Love conquers all? Never has, never will.

Hill: Oz, that's the name on the street for the Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary. Oz is retro, Oz is retribution. You wanna punish a man? Separate him from his family, separate him from himself, cage him up with his own kind.

Hill: The good citizens of Gotham City have got to be the dumbest fucks on the planet. They got Batman and Robin running around, saving them from the Joker, the Riddler and such. And at the same time they got Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson in the headlines every day. Batman and Robin, Bruce and Dick. You're telling me not one person put two and two together?

Hill: The name on the street for the Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary. Only, big news: They've changed the name. It's now called the Oswald State Correctional Facility, level four. I don't know what the difference is. Leo Glynn is still warden, Sister Peter Marie is still in psych, Tim McManus is still unit manager of Emerald City, and I know for damn sure none of us have changed. Beecher is still in the hospital after Schillinger and Keller broke his bones. Alvarez is still in solitary after blinding a CO. Adebisi, still in the loony ward, after changing hats. Maybe it's truth in advertising. Maybe by getting rid of the word "penitentiary" the state is finally admitting that nobody's penitent. Nobody's sorry. Nobody.

Hill: The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar, which is meant, I guess, to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with, proudly, all the days of your life.

Hill: They say that every snowflake is diffrent. But how can they really be sure? I mean, think of all the snowflakes that have fallen all over the world throughout Earth's history. The Law of Averages dictate that at least two of them had to be similar. Like human beings, like the men in Oz, even if they start out unique, they all end up the same.

Hill: Tits! That's what we call drugs. 60% of the violence in prison is due to tits! Either people not paying their dues or people trying to control the traffic. The traffic. (scoffs) Lately, here in Oz, the traffic has been bumper to bumper!

Hill: Truth is a powerful thing. It can right a wrong, or make a bad thing worse. In Oz the truth is, if the facts don't fit the truth, fuck the facts.

Hill: Yeah, who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read their names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us! They're faceless! Truth is we don't want to put a face on them! We don't want to know who they really are because then it might hit too close to home. And home is what it's all about, right? Making a home no matter where you are, no matter who you are. At the end of the day, all of us need somewhere to rest. Somewhere to lay our bones. Even if it's in a land called Oz. Yeah, like Dorothy says when she wakes up in her own bed back at Aunt Em's: "There's no place like home. There's no fucking place like home!"
Season Two

Hill: You gotta love your body because it's all you got to hold on to. It's all you got! I'll make a deal with you: I'll love your body if you love mine!