Sam: My first guess is I'm not here for a date.
Dana: Thank God! I thought you'd never-Oh no! Not you.
Sam: Definitely not a date.
Sam: Uh, I think--
Dana: Don't think. It'll just get us in trouble.
Dana: Calm down?! We are sitting in a bullet-ventilated car covered in broken glass with murderers looking to end my life, and you want me to calm down?!
Dana: I want to love someone so much, that the thought of living without him would be...too much to bear. I want to breathe him, I want the scent of him to make me smile. I want to look into his eyes and know that I'm alive.
Dana: Can't this thing go any faster?
Sam: It's a laundry truck, not a Porsche!
Sam: When they hit me over the head, shoot 'em