You guys taught me how to kill people, not care for them.[to Donald and Margaret]
You a 42 regular?[repeated line]
My gut? It’s gonna be my funeral you’re going to next.[Donald Fitzroy: What’s your gut?]
When you say things like “chop your head off,” it makes you sound untrustworthy.[to Lloyd]
I mean, my ego’s a little bruised. I would like the opportunity to save you at some point.[Dani Miranda: You hurt?]
