[On watching a foreign film]
Scott Roper: My eyes still hurt from reading that movie.
Michael Korda: You know, there's a saying in Naples: When you think you're fuckin' them, they're fuckin' you.
Kevin McCall: I've got two words for you: seek help.
Scott Roper: And I've got two words for you: exacta.
Scott Roper: [Trying to open an impound car, talking about his ex-girlfriend] She's going out with some baseball player called Greg Barnett.
Lt. Sam Baffett: Damn that boy can hit... and throw... and run...
Scott Roper: [pissed off at Sam's comments] Damn... why don't you just get some pom poms and start yelling Greg... Greg... Greg. Fuck him!
Scott Roper: [seeing the old red truck provided by the police department] Aww, c'mon man! Who am I? Red Fox? I can't roll in that shit!
Scott Roper: Okay, stop right there. Close your eyes.
Kevin McCall: Okay.
Scott Roper: Tell me what you see.
Kevin McCall: I see a scumbag behind the counter with a sawed-off. Nine-millimetre tucked away in his waistband. There's a female hostage downin front of the cereal rack... with a red polka-dot dress. Another hostage three feet to her right, with blue jeans and a checkered shirt. A male hostage down, green shirt, white pants, in front of the candy rack. There's a female scumbag behind me with a gun tucked away in her shirt... trying to pass herself off as a hostage. And there's a special on toilet paper, four for $ 1,29. That's a lot of toilet paper.