Tom Ludlow: We good?
Scribble: You know this is some bullshit, right? These dudes is monsters, man. I mean if they can't fuck it, rob it, or kill it they don't want it.
Thug Kim: Konnichiwa is Japanese. It's insultin' to Koreans.
Tom Ludlow: How am I supposed to tell if you can't?
Thug Kim: Fuck's that supposed to mean, white boy?
Tom Ludlow: It means you got eyes like apostrophes, you dress white, talk black, and drive Jew. So how am I supposed to know what kind of zipperhead dog-munching dink you are if you don't?
Boss Kim: Yo. D'you know who the fuck we are?
Tom Ludlow: Yeah. You're a couple panheads buyin' a machine gun out of a trunk.
Tom Ludlow: You killed Washington.
Captain Jack Wander: Fuck him! Fuck Santos! Fuck Demille! Fuck Clady! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! They're a dime a dozen. You... you, man. You're special. You're special to me.
Tom Ludlow: What do they call you?
Quicks: They call me fucking Quicks, man.
Tom Ludlow: Quicks? Not quick enough.
Detective Paul Diskant: So we're just gonna go in there and kill them?
Tom Ludlow: No, I'm going to ask them some questions. Then we're going to kill them.
Detective Paul Diskant: Shouldn't we roll with back-up?
Tom Ludlow: Fuck back-up.
Sgt. Mike Clady: How's complaints?
Tom Ludlow: You just missed your wife.
Coates: Man, we got the one-time up in here. Motherfucking po-po. Is there any square cops out there? Or is everybody out for theirs?
Tom Ludlow: Everyone's out for theirs. The way of the world.
Fremont: Dude, cops are like weeds. You pull one out, and two more fucking grow back.
