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: Who the fuck is he? Michael Jennings
: You wanna know who he is? Try this: delve down into the deepest bowels of your soul. Try to imagine the ultimate fucking nightmare. And that won't come close to this son of a bitch when he gets pissed.
: Go ahead! Shoot me, go on! SHOOT ME, you fucking COWARD! You haven't got the fucking GUTS! Forrest Taft
: I wouldn't dirty my bullets.
: [seeing all his workers fleeing for their lives
] You're a bunch of GUTLESS PRICKS! ALL OF YOU! Michael Jennings
: [seeing a worker close to him running away
] You! Come help me! Oil worker
: FUCK YOU! Michael Jennings
: You yellow BASTARD!
: Whoa! My long lost friend Michael! Michael Jennings
: [referring to Masu
] Who's this? Is this the slope bitch you've been banging? Forrest Taft
: Nah. Not her. Michael Jennings
: Is this the one who's got you all concerned about the dirty snow? Jesus, Forrest! You and me, we bought hookers better than this for five bucks in Bangkok!
: [McGruder is protesting the presence of the FBI
] I thought you wanted us to KILL this motherfucker, Mr. Jennings? How are we supposed to shoot him with all these cops standing around, huh? I don't think so. Liles
: McGruder! It is essential that we have the FBI here to cover ourselves legally! And it sure as hell will help with the press. They'll take the fall for anything that happens. Michael Jennings
: Look, don't worry about the FBI. We all know they couldn't find a hooker in a whorehouse anyway. McGruder
: But seriously. He'd have to be out of his fucking mind to try to get into this place now. Michael Jennings
: Then we should COUNT on that, Mr. McGruder! Forrest Taft is the patron saint of the impossible. And if you had only done your job like you're supposed to, it wouldn't have COME TO THIS!
: Fuck those animals stink!
: [about Forrest
] He'd need a miracle to stop us now.
: I want you to protect this entrance like it was your sister's cherry, Tonto! Rook
: Yes, sir. Stone
: Put people over here and over here. Michael Jennings
: Stone! I'm going to the rig. I'm going to put Pump 3 on line, that'll be enough for me to keep my leases! Stone
: Right. Michael Jennings
: Without any help from YOU PRICKS!
: You're in charge here, Tonto. Do not let that SON OF A BITCH IN HERE!