You know the part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck nine or ten times? We’re coming up on that pretty quick.
You’re not as useless as you look.
I don’t even know what you do.
You’re precisely why I work alone.
That’s twenty pounds of crazy in a five-pound bag!
Ten-digit password. I salute you, sir.
How many plans do we have? Is there, like, a plan M?
My money’s not in my account. That makes me cry inside, in my special angry place.
There’s somethin’ wrong with you.
All right, let’s go break the law just one more time.
Somebody kiss this man so I don’t have to!
People like that…corporations like that, they have all the money, they have all the power, and they use it to make people like you go away. Right now, you’re suffering under an enormous weight. We provide…Leverage.
I just remembered gravity. And the squishiness of all my manly bits.
When men are telling the truth, they’re not looking me in the eye. A man only ever looks a woman in the eye when he’s making the effort to lie to her.
Oh, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. I’m a professional criminal and I find that disturbing.
What I did before, nobody got hurt.
I never hurt anybody, either.
I actually hurt people, so…
Villains, con-men, wolves in sheep’s clothing. Felt right at home.
Oh, I’m gonna punch somebody.
Have you ever been to Kiev? The cake-maker of Kiev would whoop all our asses. This is the Butcher.
Did you just kill a guy with an appetizer?
I never said there was anything wrong with that.
How about a little warning next time? How’d you even know I’d be there?
Is it me or is he getting creepier?
Somebody find me a brain.
Slept with a flight attendant.
Look, flying isn’t really all that scary when you think about it. I mean, there are a lot more likely ways to die than on a plane: car crash, house fire, electrocution, drowning, auto-erotic asphyxiation. I mean, fact is, death haunts us every day, no matter where we are.
When I knock people out, they tend to stay knocked out.
Well, somebody got to fight the injured. Shoot, that’s my niche.
Horses are much less murderous than I originally thought.
Nothing’s more dangerous than the confused when they think they know something.
What’d you have for breakfast? You smell like gravy.
Don’t get mad, but…I may have spilled slushie in your car.
I'ma go and…freshen up a little bit. Maybe cry a little.
Whoa, whoa! I haven’t slept in three days! I had a showdown with two different gangs, who now by the way know my face, I sat on a bomb, and all of this could have been avoided had you gave the man a taco?
I… I know how to… I was throwing a little style in it, just a little bit. A little style. I know how to spell “dead,” dammit! I can steal a bank, I can spell “dead”!
