Robby: I think it's the best for everybody.
Sharon Pogue: Really? And who's everybody?
Robby: Me.
Dr. Jack Harper: He really did love you, Sam.
Sam Lockwood: He didn't even know me.
Clay Beresford: So it's tough love today, huh?
Dr. Jack Harper: You think this is a joke?
Detective Mercer: How did you... pull it back together after what happened to you?
Erica: You don't.
Detective Mercer: I'm sorry.
Erica: No, no.
Detective Mercer: Jacked-up question, man.
Erica: It's a fair question. You... you become someone else. A stranger.
Detective Mercer: Now, if your going to use a gun, you make sure it's legal.
Shawn MacArthur: Where are we going?
Harvey Boarden: You're in a $100,000 dollar Mercedes. Thats where were going.
Shawn MacArthur: So... What they got rules, or?
Harvey Boarden: Yeah! You lose, you get nothing.
Harvey Boarden: Go make som money.
Benjamin: We are journalists! We can't do this. It is unethical... and insane.
Simon: It would be a pleasure to personally catch him.
Benjamin: By ourselves. By ourselves. We don't even have any weapons.
Simon: If I gave you a gun, would you know how to use it?
Benjamin: No.
Simon: Then what the fuck are you complaining about?
Duck: I told you. The moment you start drinking that Bosnian brandy, the devil's sitting in the corner, just laughing.
DJay: You Mormons are some brave mother fuckers.
DJay: Skinny, man. Tell me this shit just fell out your pocket, right?
DJay: Is a pig's pussy pork?
DJay: I'm here trying to squeeze a dollar out of a dime, and I ain't even got a cent man.
Shelby: If you had to say something different other than "beat that bitch," what would it be?
DJay: I don't know. Shit. Stuff like, um... stomp that ho?
DJay: That's a bottom bitch for you. I mean, we got everything we need right here. And all this stuff in this... this little-bitty space, man, it just looks so much bigger now. I'm here trying to squeeze a dollar out of a dime, and I ain't even got a cent, man.
Key: It takes time, Djay.
DJay: Man, I ain't tryin' to call no ho' no bitch.
Jim Rhodes: You owe me a plane.
Tony Stark: Yeah, well, technically he hit me, so.
Jim Rhodes: What the hell is that noise?
Tony Stark: I'm driving with the top down.
Jim Rhodes: Well, I need your help right now.
Tony Stark: Funny how that works, huh?
Jim Rhodes: Yeah. Speaking of funny, we got a weapons depot that was just blown up a few klicks from where you were being held.
Tony Stark: Well, I'd say that's a hot spot. Sounds ... Like someone stepped in and did your job for you.
Jim Rhodes: Why do you sound out of breath, Tony?
Tony Stark: I'm not. I was just jogging through the canyon.
Jim Rhodes: I thought you were driving.
Tony Stark: Right, I was driving... To the canyon... Where I'm going for a jog.
Jim Rhodes: You sure you don't have any tech in that area I should know about?
Tony Stark: Nope.
Jim Rhodes: Good, because we got a lock on something and we're about to blow it to kingdom come.
[Two F-22 Raptors fall in position behind Stark.]
Tony Stark: Whoops, there's my exit!
Jim Rhodes: Hey Tony.
Tony Stark: I'm sorry. This is the fun-vee. The hum-drum-vee is back there.
