Charlie Barret: I'm going to give you an opportunity: get out of this. Now. Before it gets so fucked up nobody could ever recover.
Charlie Barret: Ira, come here. You are the man. Remember that. Okay.
Ira Reder: That's fresh ice. That's very cold.
Charlie Barret: Well, I'm wondering, how come a day and a half ago Max can't navigate his way around Harlem with a Sherpa guide, but tonight he knows the place like his backyard?
Charlie Barret: Anybody wants to hold hands with my dick, I insist they buy me a drink first. I mean, after all, I'm not asking for dinner and dancing.