Jack Walsh: Here come two words for you: shut the fuck up.
Jimmy Serrano: Don't say a fucking word to me, Sidney. Don't you say a fucking word, or I will get up and bury this telephone in your head.
Jimmy Serrano: Is this moron #1? Put moron #2 on the phone.
Jack Walsh: I never took a payoff in my life and I'm not gonna to start with someone like you.
Jonathan Mardukas: Why not?
Jack Walsh: 'Cause you're a fuckin' criminal and you deserve to go where you're goin' and I'm gonna take you there. And if I hear anymore shit out of you I'm gunna fuckin' bust your head, I'm gunna put you back in fuckin' hole, and I'm gunna stick your head in the fuckin' toilet-bowl and I'm gunna make it stay there.
Jimmy Serrano: You and that other dummy had better start getting more personally involved in your work, or I'm gonna stab you through the heart with a fuckin' pencil.
Suggested correction: He was using $1000 bills. That's 300 bills in the belt which spread evenly absolutely could have been missed near his waist as part of his clothing.
Rubbish. I specified $1,000 bills as that would be the smallest package he could have secreted about his person, and it would still be instantly detectable. If he used $100 bills the package would be ten times larger, and he would have to carry a rucksack under his shirt.