Mitch: Look, uh, it's kind of embarrassing to be physically afraid of a hundred year old man who just had a coronary. So, uh, can we hurry this along?
Derrick: Hand over the milk money, Weaver.
Mitch Weaver: I'm afraid I can't do that Derrick, I'm just not sure you'll spend it on milk.
Mitch Weaver: Note to self - Aunt Jenny is your Aunt.
Mitch Weaver: Things could be worse, you know. I could have gotten my nose bit off by a Saigon whore.
Sam: Well Mitch, it looks like we got ourselves a fight, huh?
Mitch Weaver: Great, it's fightin' time! Can I be on their side?
Drug dealer: He took away my chainsaw and now he's using it on me!
Drug Buyer: It smells like fish in here.