Lola: Are you wearing my lipstick?
Lola: I told you to stay out of my stuff! My retainer?
Ricky: I didn't wear it... Okay, I wore it.
Mickey: I never bet on horses.
James: Oh, this should be good.
Mickey: Too many uncontrollable variables, you're better off throwing your money in the dumpster.
Ricky: What kinda variables?
Mickey: Well, having a small man on your back for one.
Lola: I hate that, too.
Rabbi: (to James) You want my advice, Mr. O'Reilly? Walk away, whatever it is, just walk away.
Mickey: This is our opportunity of a lifetime! You'd be a fool to let it go.
James: No, I'd be a fool if I stayed.
Tyrese: Hey, how you doin', Hollie? I'm Tyrese, this is my partner, Billy, and I believe he has something he wants to ask you. Billy? William? Confidence, man, con-confidence!
Billy: My name's Billy, I like your mouth.
James: You need to tell them.
Mickey: Already have.
Ricky: I'm in.
Lola: I'm in.
Pops: I'm even more in.
Ricky: (to Lola) I get it, you just want to cut to the sex part.
Pops: Idiot, get it through your thick head - she doesn't want you.
Ricky: Have you been back there the whole time?
Pops: It's gonna take too long.
Mickey: What if it's life or death?
James: Mickey, what the hell are you doing?
Pops: Hey! You only got four hours of air in there.
Mickey: You only have about three and a half to get me out. It's okay, Pops, I trust you. I trust you all.