"From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You are a rumor, recognizable only as déjà vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist. You were never even born. Anonymity is your name; silence, your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're 'them'. We're 'they'. We are the Men in Black."
Agent Jay: Wehllll.... better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, eh, K?
Agent Kay: Try it.
INS Agent Janus: Who are you? Really?
Agent Kay: Really? (puts on sunglasses) I am just a figment of your imagination.
Agent Kay: (muttering to self) Damn, what a gullible breed...
Jay: It's okay, Laurel.
Laurel: How is it okay?
Jay: I'm saying it's going to be okay.
Edgar-Bug: Don't bet on it, meat sack.
Dee: I'll tell you, Kay, I will miss the chase.
Kay: (pulling out his neuralyzer) No, Dee, you won't.
Zed: Edwards, let's put it on.
James Edwards: Put what on?
Zed: The last suit you'll ever wear.
Jay: Let's put it on.
Kevin Brown: Put what on?
Jay: The last suit you'll ever wear... again.