Jim Hart: I'm getting too old for this shit.
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Richard Chance: I'm gonna bag Masters, and I don't give a shit how I do it.
Jeff Rice: You still driving that piece of shit?
Jim Hart: I'm getting too old for this shit.
Max Waxman: I am straight with Masters. I would never fuck with Masters.
Judge Filo Cedillo: If this prisoner escapes from custody, I'll make you testify in open court about how he made a fool out of you.
Eric 'Rick' Masters: A 19th Century Cameroon, yes? Your taste is in your ass!
Richard Chance: We're *on* with Masters tonight!
Richard Chance: Remember me? Football game at the airport?
Thomas Bateman: You're not the first agents to get next to Masters.
Bob Grimes: Because I represent Masters, I can't get deeply involved in your case, if you see what I mean.
Richard Chance: I'm gonna bag Masters, and I don't give a shit how I do it.
Jim Hart: I'm getting too old for this shit.
Jeff Rice: You still driving that piece of shit?
Max Waxman: I am straight with Masters. I would never fuck with Masters.
Judge Filo Cedillo: If this prisoner escapes from custody, I'll make you testify in open court about how he made a fool out of you.
Eric 'Rick' Masters: A 19th Century Cameroon, yes? Your taste is in your ass!
Thomas Bateman: You're not the first agents to get next to Masters.
Richard Chance: We're *on* with Masters tonight!
Richard Chance: Remember me? Football game at the airport?
John Vukovich: Why don't you just go over to this guy's house and blow his fucking brains out?
Eric 'Rick' Masters: You have my word you won't have to do the whole nickel. Carl Cody: What does that mean? Eric 'Rick' Masters: Grimes is the best lawyer in the state. It'll either be an appeal bond or a sentence reduction. Carl Cody: And the check is in the mail, and I love you, and I promise not to come in your mouth...
Credit Card Counterfeiter: Why are you chasing me? John Vukovich: Why you running? Credit Card Counterfeiter: 'Cause you're chasing me, man!
Ruth Lanier: How much do I get for the information I gave you on Waxman? Richard Chance: No arrest, no money. Ruth Lanier: It's my fault he's dead? It took me six months to get next to him. I got expenses, you know. Richard Chance: Guess what? Uncle Sam don't give a shit about your expenses. You want bread, fuck a baker.
Eric 'Rick' Masters: I've got a friend in Palm Springs, Lenne Green. He owns the Oasis. Do you know him? Richard Chance: I got a friend in Hollywood, Donald Duck. You know him?
Richard Chance: I wanna get Rick Masters. Carl Cody: I've taken four falls, I've never ratted anybody in my life, and I've had plenty of chances, believe me. Richard Chance: Masters is your friend. I don't blame you, I would never hang up a friend. Anybody who would is a piece of shit. Thing is, your friend tried to have you iced. Carl Cody: That doesn't mean I'm gonna roll over and play informer. If you're looking for a pigeon, go to the park.
John Vukovich: We got an FBI agent killed. You hear that? Richard Chance: What do you want me to do about it, John? John Vukovich: It's just a matter of time before they fuckin' identify us. They got a good look at us. Richard Chance: A face is bullshit without a name. John Vukovich: They got a make on the car! Richard Chance: Look, they would have sent it out over the teletype if they had anything. They're grabbing at shit.
Eric 'Rick' Masters: First you rip me off, then you set up Carl, now you want to fuck my lady? Max Waxman: Oh, man. She came on to me, man. I swear it. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Oh, what a tragedy. I want my 600K. Max Waxman: I didn't have anything to do with getting Cody set up... Eric 'Rick' Masters: Do you know that your house is under surveillance? Do you know you're living like a fuckin' animal in the zoo?
Jim Hart: Shitbag. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Buddy, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Terrorist: I'm ready to die! Richard Chance: Nobody's gonna die. Look, you and I are gonna go downstairs and talk. Terrorist: Death to Israel and America, and all the enemies of Islam!
Richard Chance: You know what this is? Thomas Ling: What's the game? Richard Chance: It's no game. Just walk. Thomas Ling: Why? Richard Chance: Why? Because if you don't, I'll blow your fucking heart out.
John Vukovich: It's a crime scene, buddy. The book is evidence. What if the cop remembers it's missing? Richard Chance: Shit. The rookie couldn't remember what he saw. He wasn't in there long enough.
Eric 'Rick' Masters: How you making it? Carl Cody: Like every other swinging dick in this place makes it. Day by motherfucking day.
John Vukovich: But you can't get involved, right? Bob Grimes: Not directly. John Vukovich: What would it cost for your indirect involvement. Bob Grimes: $50,000. Bob Grimes: I know it's a tough call, but it's one you're going to have to make rather quickly. John Vukovich: I can't hand out my partner. I can't do it, even if I have to go to the joint.
John Vukovich: So now you want to commit a robbery? Richard Chance: I wouldn't call it that. John Vukovich: What would you call it? Richard Chance: Taking down a douche bag who's trying to break the law.
Richard Chance: If I was one of your asshole cronies, you'd be spread-eagled on your desk to do this for me! Judge Filo Cedillo: Don't say something you'll regret later.
Carl Cody: Hey, what shit they're showing tonight? Inmate Ruben: It's that galactical warrior movie. Carl Cody: I hate that space shit, man! Inmate Ruben: Nothing but science fiction, man.
Jeff Rice: Now look, my man. I told you I don't have what you're lokking for, So why don't you make it easy on yourself... Jeff Rice: and just shag your ass out of my crib! Now you be a printer! Go get some ink, ant start printin' some more of that shit!
Bob Grimes: Because I represent Masters, I can't get deeply involved in your case, if you see what I mean.
Richard Chance: Where's the key? Thomas Ling: I don't have it. Richard Chance: He doesn't have it. What a guy!
Richard Chance: Like clockwork, baby. Like fuckin' clockwork.
