Omar: Cop dropped this off. Snow White and the 7 Dwarves, the real story?
Omar: I always thought Dopey got a bum rap. Just because he doesn’t talk doesn’t he mean he doesn’t have something to say. And what’s the deal with Happy? Why does he have to be fat. Are most fat people you know happy?
John: Watch your step, Omar.
Omar: Or what? You’re going to ground me? Take me to the woodshed? I’m a 65-year old man.
Eva: I suppose your parents knew everything about you.
John: I really can’t remember.
Maggie: So, is she the one?
John: I don’t know. Do I look any older?
Maggie: You probably look the way you did when my mother married you 50 years ago.
John: I feel older.
Maggie: No wonder. You’re about to celebrate the 300th anniversary of your death. Are you having a party?
John: Small guest list. Just you and me.
Omar: You find this girl you’re looking for, you’re going to die anyway. What are you worried for?
John: Nothing can kill me, either. What, you don’t believe me?
John: I’ve been shot, stabbed, strangled, poisoned, beaten…
Corey: What if your head was cut off?
John: That hasn’t happened yet.
Corey: You’ll die.
John: I hope not.
John: You must be Hallie. I’m John Amsterdam. Omar’s told me a lot about you.
Hallie: Like what?
John: That you never cried as a baby.
Omar: She was like a little porcupine. Still is.
Hallie: So don’t get too close.
John: How’s the baby?
Lily Mae Brown: Beautiful, in a scrunched up kind of way.