Whitey Doyle: You can't run from who you are. No matter how far or how fast you go... to the end of the earth and back again... the shadow of your past is always just one step behind. I tried to outrun it--changed my name, disappeared, thought I could leave everything behind. And here I am, right back in the mess--such is life.
Christopher: Thing is, less than a week ago, you had guys with assault rifles shooting at you. They don't seem to be going away. In our business, we refer to that as a... serious problem.
Allyson Russo: Are you going to take my case?
Christopher: Well, between Whitey Doyle and whoever it was that mounted the assault on that bridge, I think you're pretty much screwed. Of course we're going to take the case.
Allyson Russo: This is your plan?
Allyson Russo: To paint a bulls' eye on my back and see who takes a shot at me?
Christopher: At us. Well, hopefully more me than you.
Allyson Russo: A lot of people survive your plans, do they?
Christopher: Oh, you'd be surprised.
Allyson Russo: So, you are not a lawyer, correct?
Christopher: Not that I'm aware of.
Christopher: You didn't mention that the meet took place on a bridge in your official report, did you?
Allyson Russo: No.
Christopher: Yeah, well, it seems to me like Inspector Gibson already knew. Did it seem that way to you? Wow, this is awkward. Wait a minute. You two were the gunmen on the bridge that were trying to kill Whitey Doyle and Allyson. Right? Okay, now this is awkward.
Allyson Russo: I'm being protected by a guy who just strangled someone with a seat belt and then threw him from a moving car. And-and you're now in the process of stealing another car. So tell me--am I okay?
Christopher: You're fine.
Christopher: Thanks for dropping everything to help us.
Guerrero: You caught me at a good time. Just finished shampooing out the trunk of my car.
Allyson Russo: In less than 48 hours, you got me talking about the one thing I haven't talked to anyone about in my entire life.
Christopher: Saw your underpants too.
Allyson Russo: So far today, you hijacked a moving car, you nearly caused a catastrophic traffic accident, you picked a fight with a city full of angry, desperate cops. Something tells me you're just getting started.
Christopher: What's your point?
Winston: So I should get used to seeing you around here, shouldn't I?
Guerrero: That's what I'd do.
Christopher: Look at that. The decoy worked.
Allyson Russo: I won't know who to trust in there.
Christopher: Trust me.
Whitey Doyle: I'm everything you think I am--a crook, a thief, a thug. There's never been any accounting for any of it. And it occurred to me that, uh... until that happens, there's one thing I can never be.
Christopher: So I guess you can stop running now
Allyson Russo: Yeah, I guess so. Will you?
Winston: There's something you ought to know about my associate. He doesn't like loose ends.
Allyson Russo: Can you explain something to me about your associate? He's not a lawyer, he's not a doctor, and he's certainly not a cop. What the hell is he?
Christopher: You can't run from who you are. You can't run from me.