Blood: Shut up! Don't say anything, don't do anything, just fucking sit there.
Vladimir: My companion seems to be missing. I do not know what has become of him.
Carol: Oh, I guess we should stop, 'cause Harold has to pee.
Rudy Travis: Get back in the front. Get back up there with Harold! Get up there.
Harold Carvey, DVM: I don't want to play... this game... anymore.
Rudy Travis: You pee in your pants.
Doc McCoy: What happened to Hansen?
Rudy Travis: He didn't make it... And neither did you.
Fran Carvey: What's the plan?
Rudy Travis: The plan is shut up.
Rudy Travis: It's been my experience that having friends is overrated.
Budd: That woman deserves her revenge...and we deserve to die.
Eddie Hall: I don't understand how anybody can live at the beach. Those waves crashing and flopping all the time - drive me crazy.
Arthur Relyea: I'm with you, Eddie. I like the sound of traffic when I'm sleeping.
Jimmy Fields: I find it very peaceful. Most people do. I guess cops are just different.
Mr. Blonde: Eddie, if you don't stop talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
Mr. Blonde: Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
Mr. Blonde: You kids shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start cryin'.
Marvin: I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want.
Mr. Blonde: Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that.
Mr. Pink: We still gotta get outta here.
Mr. Blonde: We're gonna sit here and wait.
Mr. White: For what, the cops?
Mr. Blonde: Nice Guy Eddie.
Mr. Pink: Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?
Mr. Blonde: 'Cause I talked to him and he said he was on his way down here.
Mr. White: You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?
Mr. Blonde: You didn't ask.
Mr. White: Hardy fuckin' har.
Mr. White: You can't leave this guy with them.
Nice Guy Eddie: Why not?
Mr. White: Because he's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for putting me in the same room as that bastard!
Mr. Blonde: See what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here, I told these guys about staying put. Mr. White whips out his gun, he's sticking it in my face, calling me a motherfucker, saying he's gonna blow me away and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?
Xavier Fitch: We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable.
Preston Lennox: More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much.
Preston Lennox: No one ever asked me to find anything they didn't want dead.
Dan Smithson, Empath: I feel sorry for you.
Preston Lennox: Yeah? That's great. I feel sorry for her.
Dan Smithson, Empath: I thought I was dead.
Preston Lennox: I thought you'd drank your last Long Island Iced Tea there, Dan.
Dr. Laura Baker: Yeah, I thought we all had. Hey, you okay?
Dan Smithson, Empath: Yeah, I'm okay. My pants are a little messed up, but I'm okay.
Dr. Laura Baker: She was half us, half something else. I wonder which was the predatory half.
Preston Lennox: The dead half. Let's get the hell out of here.
