Vincent Brazil: People choose their deaths when they choose how they live.
Vincent Brazil: This is my contract.
Roland Flint: It's personal.
Vincent Brazil: If you lose me my fee, that's personal to me.
Victor: I'm Lin. You Jackson? You look like a Jackson. That must make you Frank Ducks.
Frank Dux: No, it's DUX.
Victor: Oh, right, like put up your dukes.
Ray Jackson: Aren't you a little young for full-contact?
Frank Dux: Aren't you a little old for videogames?
Pearl Prophet: Why did you help me?
Gibson Rickenbacker: I thought it was somebody else.
Louis Burke: I don't pay. I don't punk.
Louis Burke: Great. Now we have all the assholes in one room.
Chad Wagner: What the hell happened?
Alex Wagner: You fucked up.
Jack Quinn: Who does your hair, Siegfried or Roy?
Yaz: The last guy that made fun of my hair is still trying to pull his head outta his ass.
Jack Quinn: I don't wanna know about your sex life.
Yaz: What's wrong with my clothes?
Jack Quinn: You look like a carrot with earrings.
Jean Vilain: Six pounds of pure plutonium is powerful enough to change the balance of the world. Imagine what five tons will do.
Chance Boudreaux: Now take your pig-stick and your boyfriend, and find a bus to catch.
Chance Boudreaux: If you understand me, just grunt.
Chance Boudreaux: What's your name?
Natasha Binder: It's Nat.
Chance Boudreaux: Nat?
Natasha Binder: Mm-hmm.
Chance Boudreaux: Your parents named you for a... bug?
Randal Poe: Well, if it ain't my good friend Boudreaux. I thought you was gonna catch a ship.
Chance Boudreaux: Maybe I'll stick around to run for mayor.
Chance Boudreaux: Hunting season... is over.
Chance Boudreaux: Grab the bar.
Chance Boudreaux: Do you still have the 30.06... the one I gave you for your birthday?
Douvee: No... a gator ate it. But I still got your shot-gun.
Chance Boudreaux: You trust me?
Natasha Binder: Of course I trust you.
Chance Boudreaux: Close your eyes.
Natasha Binder: Why do you want me to trust you with my eyes closed?
Chance Boudreaux: Hey, pigeon.
