Val Resnick: The problem with kicking a Chow's ass is an hour later you wanna do it again.
Stegman: You know what, Val, this one's on me. OK?
Val Resnick: Do you see me reaching for my fucking wallet?
Carter: The Outfit is not unreasonable, Porter... but no corporation in the world would agree to what you're asking.
Carter: There's an old expression that's served me well: "Do not shit where you eat."
Carter: Stitch this mutt up, Phil.
Phil: Any Polaroids or trophies?
Carter: No, not this time.
Rosie: I think all those stories about you being dead are true. You're just too thick-headed to admit it.
Bronson: Tell me where John is and I'll finish you quick. I promise you won't have to find out what your left ball tastes like.
Carter: There's something you want from me.
Porter: Val Resnick gave you a hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
Carter: He paid us. It was a debt.
Porter: Seventy thousand dollars of it is mine, and I want it back.
Carter: I'm sorry. Resnick told me, but I seem to have misplaced your name.
Carter: Porter, right. I won't forget it again.