- Val Resnick: [frustrated after his guards are reassigned] I'll do it myself. Do it myself. You want it done, you got to do it yourself! It's the American way!
- Porter: You got a light?
- Val Resnick: What?
- Porter: You got a light?
- Val Resnick: No.
- Porter: Then what good are you?
- [Porter puts a pillow over Val's head and shoots him]
- Val Resnick: Beauty of the Chows is that they won't go to the cops. They keep everything in house... and they don't feel pain the way we do.
- Porter: You notice anything about those guys, Val?
- Val Resnick: They look nasty... probably all Kung Fu-motherfuckers. Why, did I miss something?
- Porter: They weren't wearing their seatbelts.
- Porter: Where's Val?
- Lynn Porter: Gone. Moved out two months ago.
- Porter: Where?
- Lynn Porter: Don't know.
- Porter: Who's paying your rent?
- Lynn Porter: Val.
- Porter: Why?
- Lynn Porter: Payoff, I guess.
- Porter: [angrily, grabbing her arm] What, you guess? You don't know?
- [Lynn gets her arm back, and Porter beats her up]
- Porter: [showing Lynn the photo of him and Rosie] Look at that. That's before we met, baby. Think about it.
- Lynn Porter: So what are you gonna do, Porter?
- Porter: I'm gonna get my money back.
- [Porter realizes that's not what she was referring to]
- Porter: Oh, you mean what am I going to do to you? Well that depends on you. Where's Val?
- Lynn Porter: I told you, I don't know.
- Porter: Did he ever buy his way back into the syndicate?
- Lynn Porter: Yeah.
- Porter: How do you get your payoffs?
- Lynn Porter: A messenger, first of every month, leaves an envelope with cash in it.
- [pause]
- Lynn Porter: So who was she, anyway? That girl in the picture.
- Porter: I met her when I got out of prison. I used to drive her, keep her safe while she worked.
- Lynn Porter: What were you, her pimp?
- Porter: No. We both worked for that asshole.
- Val's Thug: I think I fucked you once.
- Rosie: Oh yeah?
- [Rosie points gun at thug]
- Rosie: What do you think the odds are on twice?
- Porter: [to Rosie] I'll meet you at the L in ten minutes.
- Rosie: I'll be there.
- [Rosie leaves the truck]
- Porter: I don't think your odds are good.
- [Porter executes the thug in cold blood]
- Rosie: You know what I think? I think that those stories about you bein' dead are true; you're just too thick-headed to admit it