Quit parking in the crippled spot. What you got ain’t a disability. Just poor f***ing judgment.[to Frank Jr.]
Let me say this as respectfully as I possibly can. Would you please kindly f*** yourself and leave me alone? Thank you.[to Frank Jr.]
Tell me, why do rich folks need so much money spent on them before they’ll even think about going in their own pocket?
If I was kidding, I would’ve said you’re witty and handsome.[Russ Langmore: You gotta be kidding me.]
God’s a motherf***er. Isn’t he? Built me smart enough to know how f***ed up my life is. But not quite smart enough to haul my ass out of it.
Well, you must not rate much around here if no one bothered to tell you it’s back on. And before you go sticking your d*ck in decisions above your pay grade, ask yourself, do you really want to have to toss it in a Yeti while you pray the doctors can sew it back on?[Foreman: Why does it matter? Your deal’s dead anyway.]
Just because you let that c**t get her fist up your ass does not mean you can get yours up mine.[to Marty]
You know who you’re in business with? They will tear everything you have to the ground, and somehow, they’ll make you feel like next time it’ll all be different. Because you wanna believe. They’ll make you feel like they f***ing care.[to Clare, about Marty and Wendy]