Donald Quinelle: I'm sorry I'm gonna have to blow a large hole in your skivvy heart.
Sonny Paluso: You think Wes is God, don't you.
Donald Quinelle: No, not God, Just an ordinary man. Maybe a little ahead of his time, but just an ordinary man.
Sonny Paluso: Wes is an asshole.
Donald Quinelle: Blasphemy! Oh, you'll smoke a turd in hell for that.
Donald: Well, I was nervous.
Jack: What about me?
Donald: Oh, come off it, man. You're so cool, you piss ice cubes.
Jack: It's a hereditary thing in my family, y'know. Uhh, nerves, colitis, y'know.
Donald: Colitis? Y'know, that must be horrible being a professional killer with colitis.
Jack: Yeah, that's what.
Donald: They hear you coming, don't they?
Donald Quinelle: OK, Mr. Honky Mo-Fo... take your best shot.
Doreen: I never thought I'd be contemplating marriage to a man who owned an automatic assault rifle.
Donald: It's not automatic, hon. It's semiautomatic. Automatic weapons are illegal. And why are you using the word "contemplating?"
Doreen: I just mean, Donald, you seem so different.
Donald: Hey, Frizzer, I'm no different, I'm just armed.
Jack: S - - man, you ain't got no money. What did they pay you in, food stamps? You oughta be robbing me.
Donald: You shot my gun god damn it! You're not supposed to shoot a person's gun! Oh, now that pisses me off! You know how much one of these cost?
Jack: I was raised a strict Southern Baptist. I place a high value on human life... $20,000 minimum.
