- Harry: Shut the hell up, Francis, or I won't tell anyone where you are, and that would SUCK for you.
- Madeline Foster: My father only liked to see me when I was perfect.
- Jessie: Who the hell is perfect?
- Madeline Foster: Exactly.
- Harry: We could put a little show on for the feds. Right here on the table. I got cigarettes.
- Madeline Foster: F*ck you.
- Harry: You and I like a little pleasure with our pain.
- Madeline Foster: I am NOT like you.
- Harry: Really.
- Harry: Could you do me a favor? Would y'get in the car?
- Frances Hannon: What?
- Harry: Car. Get in the car. Francis... look at this.
- [gestures toward gun]
- Harry: Now will you get in the car? Get in the car!