Harry: Shut the hell up, Francis, or I won't tell anyone where you are, and that would SUCK for you.
Harry: [after fed finishes long speech about lethal injection] That was a dumb monolouge.
Madeline Foster: My father only liked to see me when I was perfect.
Jessie: Who the hell is perfect?
Madeline Foster: Exactly.
Harry: We could put a little show on for the feds. Right here on the table. I got cigarettes.
Madeline Foster: F*ck you.
Harry: You and I like a little pleasure with our pain.
Madeline Foster: I am NOT like you.
Harry: Could you do me a favor? Would y'get in the car?
Frances Hannon: What?
Harry: Car. Get in the car. Francis... look at this.
[gestures toward gun]
Harry: Now will you get in the car? Get in the car!