Doc: Wow. I just drew a whole goddamn map in chalk while we've been standing here squawking. That's pretty fucking impressive, right?
Armie: We've met before, right?
Bats: I dunno. You still alive, right?
Armie: Uh-huh.
Bats: Then I guess we ain't never met.
Bats: What you ladies listenin' to?
Baby, Buddy: Queen.
Bats: Queen, huh? Streisand, now Queen. The fuck? What y'all gonna do? Y'all gonna belt out show tunes on the way to the job?
Deborah: B-A-B-Y, Baby?
Deborah: I just can't believe your real name is Miles.
Deborah: Not a chauffeur. Noted.
Doc: Retarded means slow. Was he slow?
Griff: No.
Bats: You're a good driver. You're a bad liar, though. In this business, the moment you catch feelings... is the moment you catch a bullet.
Griff: Got to hand it to you, totem pole, you're either hard as nails or scared as shit. Which one is it?
Bats: Those pigs are in hog heaven. The only way they can ID us is with a Ouija board or some shit.
Doc: Well, your name only takes four letters to spell out.
Bats: Darling, do I look like I know a fucking thing about Barbra fucking Streisand?
Buddy: Hey. Watch your mouth, that's my lady you're talking to.
Darling: Yeah. Watch your mouth.
Bats: I'll watch what I wanna watch.
Buddy: You did good kid. But you took something away from me that I love. You know I gotta do the same.
