Jessica: Where did he put them? I want those pages and I want...
Becky: I know! You want Mr. Rabbit. But going off and killing him isn't going to make your father any less of a cock than he was!
Jessica: You psychoanalyzing me, Becky? We best pals now? You want to wear my lipstick?
Becky: Shit. You're wearing makeup.
Jessica: We'll be outside. That's not to leave this room.
Becky: Could say please.
Jessica: Please, Becky, don't take the manuscript out of this room or I will rip your fucking head off.
Ian: Then you make him disable all relays. Okay?
Michael: And then... what if he doesn't do what I say?
Ian: Hit him with the gun.
Michael: What, like, the fat end?
Ian: Yeah. The fat end.