Shep Ramsey: Anti-freeze.
Deak: Do you have any idea what we are gonna do to you, if we find one itty, bitty scratch on 'em?
Shep Ramsey: Let me guess. You're gonna pound my face. Break every bone in my body. Then you're gonna drag me across a gravel road and feed my remains to a warthog. Is that about right?
Deak: What are you nuts? This is the '90s. We're gonna sue you.
Charlie Wilcox: I was frozen today.
Shep Ramsey: They're here.
Charlie Wilcox: Who's here?
Shep Ramsey: A couple of leeches that make their living of the blood of others.
Charlie Wilcox: Investment bankers?
Shep Ramsey: Bounty hunters.
Charlie Wilcox: Bounty hunters? You mean from up there?
