Gary Bell: You called me a bastard. That's not nice.
Nina Theroux: You tell 'em, Gary.
Gary Bell: Yeah, uh - Bill, you know what? You're the bastard.
Bill Harken: You're right.
Cameron Hicks: Well, this muzak is killing me. I'm tired of reading deodorant labels.
Bill Harken: You could always switch to hemorrhoid cream.
Cameron Hicks: Douchebag.
Bill Harken: That would be aisle three, Hicks.
Cameron Hicks: What, your adrenals kicking your ass? You're kinda looking a little pasty there. I mean, for you.
Bill Harken: Don't hate. Appreciate. Okay. Besides, which one of us caught someone and which one of us shot and killed a parking meter?
Cameron Hicks: Friggin' meter had it coming.