Roy: I gotta go. I've got a big business meeting.
Angela: This late?
Roy: Antiques. They wait for no man.
Roy: Let his greed meet his imagination.
Roy: Fourteen! You're fourteen! When'd you have time to get arrested?
Frank Mercer: You waited too long. No prize for you.
Roy: I'm not ver good at being a father, all right? I barely get by just being me.
Roy: Uhhh... uhhh... That was wrong what you did! And... and... you're a nosy parker! And that's no way for a young lady to behave! And... shame on you.
Angela: She said you were a bad guy. You don't seem like a bad guy.
Roy: That's what makes me good at it.
Angela: If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.
Roy: She left the door open. It was bitchin'.
Dr. Klein: I have news, your neurosis is small.
Roy: What? You fucking quack.
Roy: You lookin' for something, sucker?
Frank Mercer: Yeah. My partner. You seen him? He's been missing most of the week. Tall, good-looking guy.
Frank Mercer: Man, you are bad! Did you take your pills?
Angela: You don't have a TV? seriously you don't have a TV?
Roy: Well there's a couch, if you want to sit. Or over there if you prefer. Or the couch.
Answer: He likes to blame non-existant pygmies for bad things that happen.
Myridon