Jake Mellows: What are you doing in my fucking room? Eh? Answer me, you stupid string of piss!
Martin Raikes: I'm just looking for my daugther.
Jake Mellows: [to the woman in his bed] Are you his daugther? She's not here. And even if I had slept with her, I don't remember the little tart.
Jake Mellows: [pointing a rifle at Oleg and Lena] I am going to start counting. But I can only count up to three, because I am so thick. isn't that right, Oleg?
Rachel: [Speaking of Raikes] His wife ran off with an English stud, which is an oxymoron.
Martin Raikes: [Angrily] They think they're coming after me? I'm going after them!
Jake Mellows: And ypu, you cow, you hired people to make it look real... make me look like a prat!
Lela Forin: That wasn't so hard to do?
Jake Mellows: I want my money!
Lela Forin: You gambled most of it away. They kept you in debt so you couldn't walk away.
Jake Mellows: They still owe me half a million!
Lela Forin: They never intended to pay you.
Jake Mellows: Yeah, well, they forget who I am!
Lela Forin: They know exactly who you are, Jake, a washed-up, desparate action man who doesn't know he's past his prime.
Jake Mellows: Me! Past my prime! No actor is ever past his prime. Look, look at Jessica Tandy in "Driving Miss Daisy!"
Lela Forin: The sea keeps things in perspective, which is eay to lose.