Peterson:
Are you gonna kill me?
Murphy:
Not 'til you get the safe open.
[
Murphy smiles]
Murphy:
Now that's a joke. Open the safe.
Gus:
What's great about dating homeless girls?
Murphy:
What?
Gus:
You can drop them off anywhere.
Michael Zane:
Finish your fries.
Jesse Waingrow:
You can't tell me what to do. You're not my dad.
Michael Zane:
Didn't anybody ever tell you about starving kids in Africa?
Jesse Waingrow:
Why? Are you gonna send them my fries?
Cybil Waingrow:
I didn't leave Jesse with a stranger. I left him with you.
[
after Hanson was held at gunpoint]
Hanson:
You make me laugh, you know that? I can't imagine what goes through that sick fuckin' mind of yours. Sometimes I actually think you believe you're the King himself. You know that? And what is it with those sideburns anyway? I glued mine on for the job. For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice. It's fucking sad, man.
Murphy:
Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.
Hanson:
And what's that, sweetheart?
Murphy:
Fuck the gold.
[
Murphy shoots Hanson in the leg]
Murphy:
He who has the nickel plating makes the rules.
Jack:
Meet Hamilton.
Murphy:
I said get a couple of guys, Jack. A couple of guys.
Jack:
He is a couple of guys.
Murphy:
You know the golden rule: fuck the gold. He who has a nickel-plated makes the rules.
Michael Zane:
I've got good news and bad news.
Jesse Waingrow:
What's the good news?
Michael Zane:
Your mom's in the trunk.
Jesse Waingrow:
What's the bad news?
Michael Zane:
She's still alive.
Federal Marshal Quigley:
Either quit smoking or get a new lighter.
Murphy:
You want karma, asshole?
Damitry:
Alright, Murphy, if you're not coming out, then we're coming in after you.
Murphy:
You don't want any of me!
Michael Zane:
Guys like me die caught. Guys like you die bloody.
Murphy:
You recognize me now? I recognize you.
Michael Zane:
It's time to go to work, baby.
Murphy:
What's his problem?
Lady:
He's deaf...
[
Murphy smiles and chuckles]
Murphy:
You're not, so get his head on the fucking ground.
Cybil Waingrow:
This looks Beautiful.
Murphy:
It's one of my favorite pieces.
Cybil Waingrow:
Yeah. Where's it from?
Murphy:
[
whispers] Out my ass.
Cybil Waingrow:
Excuse me.
Murphy:
It's an African piece.
Cybil Waingrow:
Looks Egyptian to me
Murphy:
Fucking cowboy.
Murphy:
Pork chop, Pork chop. Greasy, Greasy. We beat your team, fuckin easy easy. WHOOO Go Wombats!
Cybil Waingrow:
Uh, you're making that cigarette look really good.
Michael Zane:
You're making that dress look good!
[
quick cut to bedroom scene and the two having wild sex]
Cybil Waingrow:
Or what, you'll kill me?
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