- Shit... you shoot me in a dream you better wake up and apologize. (Mr. White)
- Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite? (Mr. Blonde)
- Eddie, if you don't stop talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch. (Mr. Blonde)
- Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. (Mr. Blonde)
- Hardy fuckin' har. (Mr. White)
Mr. Pink: You kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.
- Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him... or they don't. (Mr. Blonde)
- If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so! (Nice Guy Eddie)
- What, did you forget your French fries, to go with the soda? (Mr. White)
- You kids shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start cryin'. (Mr. Blonde)
- Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown", that's little too close to "Mr. Shit". (Mr. Brown)
- Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways we can do this job. My way... or the highway! (Joe)
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