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: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit? Frank
: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
: So, can we get you anything? Frank
: Yeah, orange juice. Rachel
: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this. Rachel
: So that's it for me? That's it? Frank
: Yeah. Rachel
: Well, I don't believe it! Frank
: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me. Rachel
: But I can't fuck you.
: And you're ready to die for me? Frank
: It's the job. Rachel
: And you'd do it? Why? Frank
: I can't sing.
: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat
] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well. Herb Farmer
: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard. Frank
: What'd you expect? Rachel
: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy? Frank
: This is my disguise.
: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please? Frank
: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
: And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends. Frank
: So go on Tuesdays. Sy Spector
: Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?
: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
: I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.
: What's going on, Frank? Frank
: I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing. Rachel
: And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?
[as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi
: Is this really necessary? Rachel
: Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!
: [to Frank
] What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.
: You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch. Frank
: And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me! Frank
: Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!
: [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding
] It's not my blood! It's not me!
[They get ready to restrain Frank
: Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help!
: Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!
: [In the limo
] We'll go straight back to the green room, right Frank? You got that, Tony? Frank
: Tony knows what he is doing. Rachel
: You know, I wish you guys would relax a little bit. Nothing bad's gonna happen out there. Alright?
: Unless I lose the fuckin' award.
[She laughs and Sy gives her a glare
: Jesus, what a group!
[Puts on lipstick
: Screw it. I'm tired of worrying about it. When your time is up? It's up.Right, Frank?
: [Skip is nervously prompting Rachel to return to her seat before her award category is presented
] I'm moving as fast as I can, Skip, why don't you go twitch somewhere else?