First Snow (2006)
Jimmy: [opening monologue] This road you're on... you put yourself on this road... on this exact night. Who chose this? A man makes his destiny, right? Nothing makes the gods laugh harder.
Vacaro: I saw... no more roads. No more tomorrows. Not much time left.
Vacaro: One thing is certain... you will be safe until the first snow.
Ed: [getting out car] Remember the redhead, the one who was at the end of the bar?
Jimmy: She's in the trunk?
Jimmy: Listen, the target, in my mailbox - Lopez may not be the guy
Ed: Really? Wow, sorry.
Jimmy: Yeah, I think it's a Valentine from an old buddy, who just got paroled from Creekmore.
Ed: So you're gonna go down there and fuck with him, like you did Lopez? That worked out really well.
Jimmy: No, no, he's not gonna know I'm there. It'll be, err, reconnaissance.
Ed: Reconnaissance? Oh, what are you, a Navy Seal?
Deirdre: Somebody's casing the joint.
Jimmy: Nah, it's probably one of those Autodialers. Lowest form of organic life, a Telemarketer.
Jimmy: I could have been a highway statistic yesterday, and you're giving me shit.
Deirdre: You drive too fast, and you're always on the stupid phone.
Jimmy: Oh damn, you look good.
Deirdre: Jimmy, don't. I'm showing a four bedroom.
Jimmy: All I said is you look good.
Deirdre: Yeah well you say that.
Jimmy: I was thinking, that split second before I almost became road meat...
Deirdre: Fuck you, don't even joke.
Jimmy: ...How I would miss the smell of your hair. The soft curve of your neck. How I might check out without touching my angel one last time.
Deirdre: You thought all that in one second?
[begins kissing her neck]
Deirdre: It's amazing, this guy still thinks he's getting laid.