Nick Beam: You don't say "sorry" when you shoot somebody. You can say "sorry" when you step on someone's toe, or accidentally break their glasses, or when you fart while they're eating. you don't SAY you'RE sorry when you shoot someone.
T. Paul: That mask sweaty?
Nick Beam: I think that's the one.
T. Paul: I hid it behind my balls. Ha ha.
T. Paul: Okay, when you meet my wife, she don't know nothin' about my sideline gig.
Nick Beam: You mean she doesn't know you're a thief?
T. Paul: Hey, I'm not a thief. Okay? I just dabble in future used goods.
T. Paul: You can stay at my place, man.
Nick Beam: Thanks. Just for the night.
T. Paul: What, did you think I was asking you to move in?
Nick Beam: No I was just saying.
T. Paul: Please, Mr. Beam, stay with me forever.
Nick Beam: Just shut up.
T. Paul: Mr. Beam.
Nick Beam: Shut up.
T. Paul: Mr. Beam, Mr. Beam, Mr. Beam.
Nick Beam: Do you know how to shut up? Is it in your vocabulary? Do you ever shut up?
T. Paul: Please stay with me forever, Mr. Beam.
T. Paul: Hey, is this your wife? Damn! I see why you were upset! Not bad Nick, not bad, Nick! You know, for a cheatin' bitch.
Nick Beam: Hey! Don't you call her that, you don't know her, don't say that.
T. Paul: Okay, okay, no disrespect. What should I call her?"Monogamously challenged"?
Nick Beam: I'm actually grabbing a gun and going after bad guys.
Nick Beam: How's it feel, Phillip? You had it all, but it just wasn't enough. You had to mess with me. Nobody messes with Nick Beam.
T. Paul: I'm a student of human nature.
Nick Beam: You're a freak of human nature.
Rig: I bet you sold more girl scout cookies than any other member of the whole troop, didn't you? What were you calling yourself back then? Yelanda? You little bitch! Cynthia? Susan? What was it, I can't remember.
T. Paul: What is beetle headed?
Nick Beam: It's a synonym for stupid.
T. Paul: Oh. Well, here's a synonym for procreation: fuck you! It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich ass in a big fucking house.
Nick Beam: I'm not rich.
T. Paul: Oh yeah? How big's your TV?
Nick Beam: What?
T. Paul: I said how big's your TV?
Nick Beam: 50 inch.
T. Paul: Ah, get in the car.
Nick Beam: Please, let's not make this a social issue.