The Caller: You're in this position because you're not telling the truth.
Stu: No, I'm in this fucking position because you have A GUN.
The Caller: You can't understand the pain of betrayal until you've been betrayed.
The Caller: I have no use for you, Stu.
The Caller: That's it, the captain gets a bullet.
The Caller: You'd shoot me if you had the chance, wouldn't you?
Stu: With a big fucking smile on my face.
The Caller: There's the spirit.
The Caller: Get this man a seat on Oprah.
The Caller: Do you see the tourists with their video cameras, hoping the cops will shoot you so they can sell the tape to Goriest Police Shoot-outs?
Big Q: Voodoo on you-do, motherfucker, from Big Q to Big Stu.
The Caller: This is exciting. You get to choose between them. Kelly. Pam. BAM BAM.
The Caller: This guy is getting on my nerves.
Stu: You shoot the guy, and I'm responsible?
The Caller: It looked that way from up here.
Stu: I don't know what I did to you, but whatever it was I'm glad. Alright, I wish it had been worse, I wish you had fucking died.
The Caller: Yes! Finally some honesty.
The Caller: It's not in your best interest to disconnect me.
Stu: So you're an actor?
The Caller: Yes, one of your pathetic failed ones. You don't have to come find me and ruin me, I can't get work as it is. I've done some off-Broadway, some off-Manhattan, but that dried up. Now I wait tables, clean toilets, anything I can to make the rent. I'm a walking cliché.
The Caller: Come on Stu. You're a selfish guy. Just pick one of them and save yourself.
Felicia: You better get out of there before he come back and kick yo' ass.
Answer: He doesn't have time for him.