John 'Joker' Jackson: Ya'll can't lynch me! I'm a white man.
Dominic: Florence? You see that hippie back there? If he even flickers or quivers, blow his head off.
Dominic: Tiny? The guy... this Peter. Peter is it, yeah? Peter. This guy, Peter. If he even moves, put a hole in the back of his bald head.
Pete: Jack, you better hope he kills me.
Danny Wilde: OK, come on, give me the map, let me be the navigator.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Thank you, Daniel, I remember the last time we went to Berlin.
Danny Wilde: So?
Lord Brett Sinclair: We were supposed to be going to Madrid.
Danny Wilde: Well, nobody's perfect, kid.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Certainly not you.
Danny Wilde: And you know what that is?
Lord Brett Sinclair: What is it?
Danny Wilde: It's a fireplace! I'm gonna clean it up, and put a big leather chair right in front here, and in the wintertime, when there's storms out, I'm gonna sit here with my old, faithful dog at my side -.
Lord Brett Sinclair: But Daniel, you don't have a dog.
Danny Wilde: Then I'll rent one.
Danny Wilde: I told you, Angie's my friend. He's all that's left for me. The streets I came from, the way things were for me.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Danny, you can't go back to the way things were, cause they were never that way in the first place.
Chivers: You might want to try for a pheasant, m'lord. I'll get the guns.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Thank you, Chivers. A good idea.
Danny Wilde: You still shoot peasants around here, huh?
Sugar: I come from this musical family. My mother is a piano teacher and my father was a conductor.
Joe: Where did he conduct?
Sugar: On the Baltimore and Ohio.
Sweet Sue: Are you two from the Poliakoff agency?
Joe: Yes, we're the new girls.
Daphne: Brand new.
Joe: So you got pinched in the elevator, so what? Would you rather be picking lead out of your navel?
Sig Poliakoff: You're the wrong shape. Goodbye.
Joe: What are you looking for - hunchbacks or something?
Sig Poliakoff: It's not the backs that worry me.
Joe: I feel a funny sensation in my toes. Like someone is barbecuing them over a fire.
Sugar: If my mother could only see me now.
Joe: I hope my mother never finds out.
