- Johnny Lee: I don't get it, Rooker. Your organization handles coke, weed, crank. But you - you show up to supervise a two-bit shipment of steroids.
- Peter Rooker: I'm not into drugs.
- Johnny Lee: [chuckling] What the fuck do you call this shit?
- Peter Rooker: Strength.
- [Nico finds a discrepancy in the drug supply]
- Nico: Ah, Peter. The light should have turned this as blue as a bruise. Shit's been cut.
- Peter Rooker: [to Johnny] Are you shorting me?
- Johnny Lee: Fuck. It ain't happening on my end.
- Peter Rooker: Of course it's not. How long have we been doing business? Four, five years?
- Johnny Lee: At least four.
- Peter Rooker: We've had drinks together, swapped dirty jokes.
- [one of Rooker's men shoots and kills two of Johnny's bodyguards]
- Peter Rooker: Did you really think you could cheat me, Johnny?
- Johnny Lee: Like the tast of that, Rooker? I pissed in it.
- [Rooker shoots Johnny to death]