Leon: See you at the finish line... wherever that may be.
Cheech: Shit, man, I'm gonna be late for work again. That's the fifth time this week, and it's only Tuesday, man.
Terrible Tommy: "Come on runt."
Rosa Carlo: "Stop calling me that."
Mayor: And if they traced it back to the company.
Slade: You'd be out of a job, for one thing.
Skip Donahue: This filthy, roach-ridden reality is inspiring... what did that second policeman say to you when he grabbed you by the throat?
Harry Monroe: Man, I don't fucking believe you.
Skip Donahue: "Man, I don't fucking believe you!" Fabulous.
Harry Monroe: You don't get it do you, Skip. You think this is The Count Of Monte Cristo or something. We're in deep trouble. This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.
Inspector Winship: For a short person, you have long sentences.
Willy Dunlop: I'm standing... on top of the world.
