Shellie: Wish you would've dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could've met my boyfriend, could've seen what a real man looks like.
Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives, they gotta hang with you?
Dwight: Get that gun out of my face, Gail.
Priest #2: [Before Marv's execution] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Marv: Would you get a move on already? I haven't got all night.
Dwight: I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life.
Dwight: It's your apartment. But be careful, Shellie, this clown's got big, mean drunk-on and he's got four friends out there in the hall, breathing hard and just as drunk as he is. Jack Rafferty: Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you...
[after being smacked in the jaw by Jackie Boy] Bozo No. 1: [about Jackie Boy] He is generous. But that temper of his... you shouldn't have picked on him like you did. My temper, you don't have to worry about. Shellie: [grabs a knife and points it at ...
Cop: You tagged him good. Cop: Don't take no chances. Perforate the fool! John Hartigan: [turns around and shoots them] Good advice.
Jack Rafferty: [with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand] This isn't funny... don't anybody laugh.
Lenny: Hold on, Benny. I just want to make sure these two get along all right. Roark Jr.: And what kind of a beast couldn't get along with a precious little girl like this? You're probably scared now, but you have nothing to be scared of. All we're g...
Marv: That's one fine coat you're wearing.
Nancy Callahan: [to Hartigan] Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you.
[Dwight has been pulled over by a policeman on a motorcycle, with Jackie-Boy slumped over dead in the passenger seat] Motorcycle Cop: Your buddy there... Partied a little too hard tonight? Dwight: [staring coldly at the cop] I'm the designated driver...
John Hartigan: ...Get some sleep. Nancy Callahan: Sleep with me. John Hartigan: No, Nancy!
Shlubb: I only seek the most lighthearted and momentary digression. The briefest indulgence in automotive pleasure. Klump: For cheap thrills. Such short-lived durability, Mr. Shlubb. You risk engendering ill will on the part of our employers.
The Customer: Are you as bored of that crowd as I am? The Salesman: I didn't come here for the party... I came here for you.
Brian: [tossing a grenade at Miho] Suck on this, you stupid slag!
John Hartigan: Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Early retirement. Not my idea. Doctor's orders. Heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the 30 odd years of ...
