Spot: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Jack: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

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Spot: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Jack: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!
Davey: Jack is my friend, and if I love him, it’s the way I would love a brother. Crutchie: Jack is my brother and if he looked at me the way you look at him, I would call the police
Spot, removes his shirt Race: Oh, my God. Spot: How bad is it? Race: To be honest, the "Oh, my God" would be for your wonderful physique, if not for the fact that you're bleeding out.
Jack: Time out! Crutchie: Why? Jack: Fighting is never the answer. Now let’s just try using our words. Race? Race, awkwardly: I... want to punch you... and hurt your face. Jack: hmmm. Boots? Boots, awkwardly: I... don’t want that to happen?
Pulitzer: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Jack: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
Davey, to Jack: I think you've got several options. Davey: They're all terrible, but you have them.
Jack: And I jumped off the roof unscathed. Davey: You're bleeding from so many places. Jack: I'm a little bit scathed.
Race: Maybe if we set this on fire... Jack: No, yeah. That's a no.