Agent Sims: [while using Pinball as a human shield] I'm DEA! Do you know what the fuck that means?
Pinball: It means you're the most crooked nigger on this plane!
Johnny 23: Do you know what I am?
Cameron Poe: Ugly all day?
Vince Larkin: [while in the US Marshalls office] "The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by observing its prisoners." Dostevsky said that... after doin' a little time.
Duncan Malloy: "Fuck you!" Cyrus Grissom said that after putting a bullet in my agent's head, okay?
Pinball: I just gotta know one thing.
Pinball: You didn't mean that "dirty nigger crack head" shit, did you?
Cyrus Grissom: Give me that gun.
Cyrus Grissom: [takes the gun]
Cyrus Grissom: Hell yes, I meant it.
Cyrus Grissom: [Poe and Cyrus stopped Johnny from going for Guard Bishop] Do you fly, Johnny?
Johnny 23: No.
Cyrus Grissom: You keep that in mind when you look at her. Because if your dick jumps out of your pants, you jump off this plane.
Cameron Poe: [to Baby-O] They somehow managed to get every creep and freak in the universe onto this one plane. And then somehow managed to let them take it over. And then somehow managed to stick us right smack in the middle.
Cameron Poe: [as people scramble to catch money from the armored car that collided with the fire engine] Just so's ya know, Marshal Larkin, there's now three people I trust.
Vince Larkin: Am I one of them?
Cameron Poe: [they shake hands]
Garland Greene: [singing while the plane is landing on the La Vegas Strip] He's got the who-ole wo-orld in his hands...
Cyrus Grissom: [to Agent Sims] You know, the next time you choose a human shield, you're better off not picking a two-bit negro crackhead.
Duncan Malloy: [about Vince Larkin being unreachable] Of course you're having trouble reaching him. He's off saving the rain forest, or recycling his sandals or some shit.
Pinball: [before attempting to disguise convicts as prison guards] I don't know how to tell ya this, Cyrus, but we are three white guys short. Or as they say in Ebonics, "We be fucked."
Vince Larkin: [while in the private jet hanger] If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust, huh?
Cameron Poe: [silence]
Vince Larkin: That was a joke.
Cameron Poe: I'm glad you told me.
Garland Greene: One girl, I drove through three states wearing her head as a hat.
Cameron Poe: Nice jet. You can take Cindino and leave the rest to rot for all I care. You fire that weapon, twenty pissed-off prisoners are gonna hear it. Comprende, Ese?
[Cindino's man screws a silencer to his gun, and scoffs]
Cameron Poe: Well, hooray for the sounds of *fucking* silence!
Cameron Poe: [to Cyrus] You ain't getting near my daughter! Buckle up!
Cameron Poe: [taking daughter's picture back] Told you I'd get that back.
Guard Falzon: Fuck you, trailer trash!
Cameron Poe: HEY! My mama lives in a trailer! Now put those on! I just saved your life.
