King: Sometimes, Jake, style can get you killed.
King: You're a good grifter, man. It's hard to tell when you're lying.
King: You do not want to scare me, Junior.
Jake: How about you getting the A.D.D, under control. You look at me when I'm talking to you.
Jake: Now you're an accomplice to murder. Everything you thought you had control of has gone out the window or is currently dripping down your leg.
Jake: Even though I'm running the show for you, I'm running the show. So we're going to put an end to the Scooter, Junior, Skippy, Sport, Tiger, Booster bullshit. All right? My name is Jake.
King: [to Lily] What's your name, hon?
Jake: It's Lily.
King: Booster! Have I ever called you "hon"?
King: First thing I did was get myself a suit, right? And I looked good. It was, like, white. It was white. It was white-white.
[with rising intensity]
King: White-white-white-white-WHITE! Oh! I looked good, man.
King: [describing how he got shot in a white suit] We're checking our fingers and toes and we discover I got shot. I was the only one who got shot. You know why? White suit. I was the first one they saw, I was the first one they shot at, I was the first one they hit. You what I learned that day?
Jake: Not to wear white after Labor Day maybe?
Jake: Look, there's no "whatever"s with this one. You're either with me or against me. There's no third position.
Jake: Lying, cheating, manipulating... it all came very naturally to me
Jake: So I'm dead. And I think it's because of this redhead.