- [throughout Paul's lengthy phone conversation, Ben has been typing furiously]
- Paul Templin: Do you realize he's been pounding on that thing without let up since seven this morning?
- Eric Jason: He's a writer, remember?
- Paul Templin: That's no excuse. Drag him down to the beach! Pour sand in his ears! Anything! That kind of energy is indecent.
- [discussing a mob hitman that Eric recognized on the beach]
- Ben Gregory: We are talking about the same guy - the guy with the neon shirt?
- Eric Jason: What did you expect him to wear to the beach - a snap-brimmed hat and a shoulder holster?
- Ben Gregory: Well, he could at least have a scar on his face or something.
- Eric Jason: Oh, gangsters don't loo like gangsters anymore - they look like businessmen. When you see someone who looks like a gangster, he's probably a literary agent.
- [Ben wants to borrow $50 from Kathy's desk so they can flee from a mob hitman]
- Eric Jason: Ben...
- Ben Gregory: You're right - death before dishonor. Makes a nice epitaph.
- [Kathy loans Ben and Eric fifty dollars]
- Ben Gregory: We'll never forget this, Kathy.
- Kathy Richards: I'll keep reminding you!
- [to his bound and gagged prisoners]
- Steve Bixel: You know what you've done to me? You've not only loused up my vacation, but my vocation as well!