Buddy 'Aces' Israel: Will you tell me what that is?
Hugo Croop: About what?
Buddy 'Aces' Israel: Look at the coller on that coat... whats that look like, that stain?
Hugo Croop: I dunno... Cinnamon roll?

Richard Messner: You said someone came up to you as an FBI agent?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And then you saw him get on the elevator wearing a security guard outfit?
Pimply Casino Employee: Yeah?
Richard Messner: And THAT doesn't seem odd to you?

[impersonating the dead butler's voice] My name is Vitolli, how can I be of assistance?

Lazlo Soot

[manipulating Dupree's mouth so Jack seems to be speaking to him] Don't worry, I forgive you Darwin.

Darwin Tremor

Georgia Sykes: [an elevator opens to reveal Georgia, in a hooker get-up, to the Tremor brothers] I'm going down.
Darwin Tremor: Yeah, I bet you are.
Georgia Sykes: Faggot-ass redneck.

You're looking at me like, like... I just asked you the fucking square root of something.

Buddy 'Aces' Israel

The ho train has left the station.

Sharice Watters

Sometimes, fate just... fate just up-and-fucks you for no good reason. That the way'a the world! The way it's always gonna be. Alright then, peace bro.

Darwin Tremor

My boy Dale is at the Reno Correctional Facility. He's got some clarity issues. Did some home invasion, sodomy-torture type stuff; wrote a lot of bad checks.

Margie Turlock

Jack Dupree: So I take it you're not going?
Hollis Elmore: No, no. I'm going to Kentucky to take Fort Knox with a fucking slingshot, and then I'm going to hell after Hitler.
"Pistol" Pete Deeks: Would you please find your fangs! You fucking coward. What is wrong with you?
[Hollis shows him the middle finger]
"Pistol" Pete Deeks: Seriously, what is wrong with you?

Hollis Elmore: If this Israel really is the great whale of snitches, then what are we doing messing with the mob, who are correct me if I'm wrong, but I think they're gonna pour boxes of bullets into his ass?
"Pistol" Pete Deeks: [agitated] Here we go.
Hollis Elmore: What incentive is there, to track him on something small time is a fucking skip trade?

Rip Reed: Hey man. That's not yours.
"Pistol" Pete Deeks: [to Hollis] Put the fucking rabbit down!
Rip Reed: Appreciate it man, get your dick beaters off it.

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