Reggie Hammond: Let me tell you something, Jack. If shit was worth something, poor people would be born with no asshole.
Reggie: How much of my money did you spend?
Jack: Oh, about 25 grand. You said I could buy a new car.
Reggie: So where is it?
Jack: This is the new car.
Reggie: This looks like the same piece-of-shit sky blue Cadillac you had before.
Jack: Yeah, I bought the same make, model, year, color, everything the same. That's the way I like it. I get attached to things, Reggie.
Jack: You got framed. That's what every convict says.
Reggie: Well, what about you, man? They never found that bad guy's gun out at the racetrack.
Jack: That's different.
Reggie: How's it different?
Jack: I'm a cop, you're a crook.
Reggie: Oh, get the fuck outta here! Just 'cause I'm a convict, every thin' that comes outta my mouth is a god damn lie?
Jack: That's right.
Reggie: So it's just Screw Reggie Hammond?
Jack: That's right.
Reggie Hammond: Look, Jack, I gave you the money in good faith, you told me I could fucking trust you and now after all this shit I can't get my money?
Jack: Well, you finally got the picture, convict.
Reggie: When you've been in prison as long as I have, you remember every story about pussy you ever heard.
