Robert Boyd: Time for some serious self-exploration - how do I function. For real! No more bullshit. Can I keep my cool when they bounce my bananas, when they won't play my song, etc, etc, etc. Do you get me? DO you GET ME?
Michael Berkow: Not really, no.
Michael Berkow: I killed my brother.
Boyd: If you take away the horror of the scene, take away the tragedy of the death, take away all the moral and ethical implications that have been drilled into your head since grade one, do you know what you're left with? A 105-pound problem that needs to be moved from point A to point B.
Laura: You left a dead prostitute alone in the desert?
Kyle: She's not alone.
Robert Boyd: Now, let's just take a second here and take ahold of the situation and review our options.
Adam Berkow: We'll call the police.
Robert Boyd: Call the police. Good. That's one option.
Adam Berkow: That's not an option! This is not multiple choice, here.
Robert Boyd: Yes, it is. There are always options, Adam.
Robert Boyd: Why are you calling an ambulance? She's dead.
Boyd: Allow me to be the first to say that what we have done here is not a good thing. It's definitely not a good thing. But it was, given the circumstances, the smart play.
Tina: You know it's 500, right?
Mike: Yeah. Oh, yeah, no problem. Yeah, I mean... 500 of my dollars?
Tina: Right. Right.
Mike: But I thought... Boyd didn't pay?
Tina: No, Boyd didn't pay. It's 500.
Mike: Cool.
Tina: Straight sex, nothing kinky. Just.
Mike: No, no, no. I'm not gonna try to use you as a hand puppet or anything. I just wanna.
Tina: Okay.
Mike: ...make sweet love to you because you have no idea what you've gotten into.
Robert Boyd: Calm down! We're not helping anything by losing our temper. Let's just get our heads together, okay? Whatever we associate in our nervous system determines our behavior. Just relax.
Michael Berkow: We were playing. She bumped her head.
Adam Berkow: Bumped? bumped? She's got a fuckin' spike in her head.
Charles Moore: How do you know she's dead?
Adam Berkow: She's got no fuckin' pulse. She's got no pulse.
Kyle Fisher: Where do you look? What side of the neck?
Charles Moore: Left, left, left side.
Adam Berkow: Either side, you idiot.
Kyle: I don't fucking know how to pray.
