Put him on the phone, bitch!

Meg

Junior: She's coming down to you!
Burnham: Hey I told you, I don't hurt people.

Why the hell didn't we do that?

Raoul

[looking through the medicine cabinet] How do you live in New York and not have a single percocet?

Junior

[after swallowing a bunch of pills] All she's got is Nyquill and fucking Midol!

Junior

Officer Keeney: You don't look so good ma'am.
Meg: And you, Officer Keeney, don't look so hot yourself.

Meg: Open the door so I can give her the shot.
Burnham: If we open the door you'll shoot us!
Meg: So give her the shot yourself!

Sarah: What is it?
Meg: It's bad!

Stephen Altman: Meg, why are we doing this?
Meg: Because that's what its going to come to.

[as they are arguing over siphoning propane into the Panic Room] Shut the fuck up. There are people trying to sleep over there.

Junior

[When the cops are at the door] She just killed her own kid.

Raoul

[after Junior breaks the mirror] That's seven years bad luck.

Raoul

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