Jackson: Mm mm mm, what ever happened to "never date a cop?"
Caroline: Who said anything about a date.
Grinder: Ammo's cheap, my life ain't. It's over.
Breacher: Look at you, with your 48 percent body fat.
Breacher: Wake up, you drunk fuck.
Caroline: Just because you're not in jail, doesn't mean you didn't do it.
Breacher: You're awesome on a road trip, you know that?
Caroline: Yeah, I've heard that before.
Monster: We're not a team anymore. Just a gang.
Sugar: Some of us are getting paid, the rest of us are just getting dead.
Breacher: Concentrate, it's pay day.
Floyd Morgan: I gotta ask you a few questions. Ten million dollars is missing from your cartel bust. Did you steal it?
Breacher: No. And fuck you for asking.
Stripclub Waitress: Why they call you Pyro, honey?
Tom 'Pyro' Roberts: 'Cause I hooked a flashbang in a meth lab, burned down the whole fucking apartment building.
Lizzy: Sweetheart, you're so in over your fucking head.
Breacher: Don't blow your balls off.
Monster: Don't worry, they're made of brass.
Breacher: Are they as big as your wife's?
Lizzy: Sweetheart, you're so in over your fucking head. You need more than a Glock and sensible shoes.
Breacher: Don't fucking scream at me! Look at you! With your fucking 48% body fat! And you, you scrawny little bastard! Fuck you guys.
