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: "Ricky Martin"? You named your kid "Ricky Martin"?
[after he views the tape
: I'm a dead man.
: You know, it does me no good to hand over the video tape and then you guys turn around and take us out. Greer
: I swore I wouldn't do that. Ryan
: Like you swore "to protect and serve"?
[Greer has Ryan pinned down and is about to shoot him
: Let him up.
[Greer looks up and sees Mooney pointing a gun at him
: Help me. They're dirty cops! Greer
: He attacked my partner. He tried to kill me. Mooney
: I said, "Let him up." Greer
: You're going to believe this lying piece of shit over a cop? Mooney
: It doesn't matter what I believe. What's important is that you believe I will put a bullet in your skull if you don't let him up.
] Jessica Martin
: I don't know if there's anything I could ever do to thank you Ryan
: I do. Don't ever call me again.
: [after stealing the lawyer's car
] Ohh, I am in deep shit!
: It's Chloe! Chad
: No, dude, don't do this! Don't do this! Ryan
: I'm just gonna say "hi." Chad
: You're not gonna say "hi." Ryan
: No "hi"? Chad
: No "hi." Ryan
: I can't say... Chad
] Come on, man! Hold it together! This girl, she *dumped* you, all right? Have some self-respect, have some dignity! Ryan
: You're right. Chad
: Be strong. Ryan
: You're right. Chad
: Yeah. Ryan
: Thank you. Chad
: All right.
[he gets distracted by girls in bikinis
: Oh! What's goin' on, ladies?
[Ryan leaves to go talk to Chloe
: [Ryan and Ethan are discussing a place to meet
] Santa Monica Pier. Ethan
: No, too busy. Ryan
: Yeah, that's kind of the idea, dickhead.
[talking to Ryan on a payphone
: Dude, I have no idea what just happened. One minute I'm talking to nipples, next thing you know, I'm wearing a whale costume handing out flyers. Ryan
] That sucks. Sounds like she got you. Chad
: I mean, I'm not saying it doesn't have its benefits.
[to two girls that pass him by
: Hey, you guys know that a blue whale's got an 11-foot penis? Heal the Bay.
: Excuse me, are you a detective? Detective Looking Guy
: Detective? I'm a freaking victim here. Detective? Those freaks dragged me down here. And they're supposed to read me my rights.
[Ryan takes off
] Detective Looking Guy
: And they - hey, where you going, you little punk?
[Ryan accidentally dials an artist on a payphone at Santa Monica Pier trying to reach Jessica's kidnappers
: I got what you're looking for. Vietnamese Artist
: Oh? Ryan
: Yeah. Vietnamese Artist
: Okay, and what I do for it? Ryan
: What? Vietnamese Artist
: What I do for what I looking for? You tell me now. Ryan
: Wait, who's this? What number did I call? Vietnamese Artist
: You call me on the payphone. You waste my time. I have pictures to draw. Ryan
: Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. Chill out. Vietnamese Artist
: No, you don't tell me what to chill. My mother tell me to chill. I sit here, I draw people telling me to chill out all the time. You don't tell me what to chill. I chill you.
: [after Ryan swerves his car in front of him
] What the hell is your problem, man? What the hell is your problem? You want to tussle? Ryan
: [pulls out his gun
] Give me your phone! WLSUU2 Lawyer
: Oh snaps.
: Look, give me your phone or I shoot your car. WLSUU2 Lawyer
: Oh, hell no, hell no. Why would you do something awful like that?
: [after shooting the number taker in the store
] Now who's gonna give me that goddamn charger?
: From here on out, you do as I say, exactly as I say. Or I slap this bitch on "Nightline" and call it a day, okay?