Marshall Mann: Dun, dun, dunn.
Mary Shannon: That's pretty funny for a guy with a sucking chest wound.
Marshall Mann: I know.
Horst Vanderhof: Where's she going? Where's she going?
Marshall Mann: She's going to kill them... before they kill us.
Horst Vanderhof: [Mary and Marshall pick up Horst from the prison for transport] Oh, great! Two more minimum-wage geniuses. Are the Feds *trying* to get me killed?
Mary Shannon: [upset after she reads Marshall's mail and finds out that he might be quitting] So, were you ever going to tell me, or was the plan just to let me figure it out when you stopped showing up for work?
Marshall Mann: [upset that Mary read his mail] Actually, I was going to write a letter and mail it to myself, that way I'd be sure you got the news.
Mary Shannon: [Horst asks for a bathroom break] Hey! Hold it in, or hang it out the window, 'cause we're not stopping!
Horst Vanderhof: [to Marshall] You know, you're job transfer is really starting to make sense to me.
Horst Vanderhof: [to Marshall about Mary] I mean, admit it... She is one of the angriest, most controlling, most toxic women I've ever encountered, and I work for a female assassin.
Marshall Mann: Ow! Um... I must have bumped my head!
Mary Shannon: Yeah, that's what happened... when you fell on a bullet.
Jinx Shannon: [explaining to her daughter why she is not out selling cosmetics and has been lying about it] Fine, fine, fine. You remember Dan?
Brandi Shannon: Dan? The one-eyed freak, reeked of cigars, and Old Spice? Tough to forget.
Jinx Shannon: His dog... *ate* my samples.
Jinx Shannon: [with disbelief] A dog?
Jinx Shannon: Yes.
Brandi Shannon: Ate your samples?
Brandi Shannon: [Jinx nods] Ah, Jesus! I actually believe you!
Driver: [after giving money to Horst to buy a hit] Hey! Don't you want to count it?
Horst Vanderhof: [cheerfully] Why? If it's short... your friend lives, and you don't!
Marshall Mann: [Marshall admits that he's the one who missed the sabotage to their SUV] You're mad, aren't you?
Mary Shannon: Not as mad as I'd be, if I was the one who got shot.
Mary Shannon: [to Horst, after knocking him to the ground for smarting off to her] We're way beyond the point of cracking wise with me when I'm trying to save your miserable life, so *answer* the God-damned question before I get *angry*, you festering pustule!
Brandi Shannon: Desperate times call for... desperate people to do something desperate...or something.