Harry Johanson: Once we have our little baby bombs all over the U.S., they'll be a monthly satellite bill that would make HBO green with envy. A hundred million dollars a month. And if they don't pay, we send the detonation signal... and good-bye, yellow brick road.
Tommy Hendricks: Good-bye, yellow brick road? Better buy some new CD's, Harry. It's pathetic.
Tommy Hendricks: You're the king of knock offs.
Marcus Ray: I was. But you're still a fake.
Tommy Hendricks: I sign things too. In private.
Karen Lee: Oh, things like that falsified document?
Tommy Hendricks: Oh, no, no, no! Ray signs all the false documents.
Karen Lee: Oh, I agree. And I think you two have spent your time in Hong Kong getting drunk, chasing ass and getting massages in stead of taking care of company's business.
Tommy Hendricks: Look, the massage industry in Hong Kong is going through a really tough time right now. I'm just trying to help out the local college girls.
Marcus Ray: It still doesn't prove his a knock off artist.
Karen Lee: Why are you defending the gangster? Looks like he's screwing us.
Tommy Hendricks: Oh no, with Eddie it's more like date rape.
Tommy Hendricks: What? There are knock-off artists? In Hong Kong? I'm shocked.
