Neil McCauley: Roger Van Zant?
Roger Van Zant: Yeah, who's this?
Neil McCauley: You know who this is.
Roger Van Zant: Yes I do, yes I do. I sent a guy to deliver the package. He didn't call, is everything all right?
Neil McCauley: Tell you what, forget the money.
Roger Van Zant: What?
Neil McCauley: Forget the money.
Roger Van Zant: Wh...it's a lot of money. What are you doing? What do you mean, forget the money?
Neil McCauley: What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty telephone.
Roger Van Zant: I don't understand.
Neil McCauley: 'Cause there's a dead man on the other end of this fuckin' line.
Vincent Hanna: Charlene Shiherlis.
Alan Marciano: Who?
Vincent Hanna: Who? Who? What are you a fuckin' owl?
Alan Marciano: Why'd I get mixed up with that bitch?
Vincent Hanna: Cause she's got a great ass. And you got your head...all the way up it.
Alan Marciano: Jesus!
Vincent Hanna: Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses...a woman's ass...something comes out of me.
Justine Hanna: I made dinner for us. Four hours ago. Every time I try to maintain a constant mood between us, you withdraw.
Vincent Hanna: I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine. I'm sorry if the goddamn chicken got overcooked.
Vincent Hanna: I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife, if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house, if you want to. But you do not get to watch my FUCKING TELEVISION SET!
Chosen answer: She was upset becasue her father was suppose to hang out with her, but he ditched her again.
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