Kevin: That's a strong glass table.
Kevin: Man, glass tables are acting weird tonight.
Annie: [as Annie is playing with a fake gun, she quotes Pulp Fiction] Any of you fucking pricks move, I'm gonna execute every motherfucking last one of you!
[Goon points a gun at Annie]
Annie: Wait, wait! You don't have to do this! I have kids at home!
Bulgarian Goon: Not with that ass you don't.
Annie: Oh... well... thank you.
Bulgarian Goon: You're welcome.
Annie: A guy who rents a house this big must be making up for something pretty small, I'd say.
Max: No no, I've seen his dick, it's pretty great.
Annie: Well, I tried.
Ryan: You're like a double threat. Brains... and you're British.
Gary: Three bags of Tostitos Scoops I noticed.
Max: There was a special on these tonight. Three for one.
Gary: Three for one?
Max: Yup.
Gary: How can that be profitable for Frito-Lay?
Annie: Can you charade it to me?
Max: Charades? That's some cute full-circle bullshit.
[Goon gets sucked into a jet engine]
Annie: Yes!
[pause]
Annie: Oh no, he died!
Max: Very nice house, Tony Stark. Should we give our drink orders to JARVIS?
Brooks: I got the Tony Stark part, but then you went full nerd on me.
Brooks: We can't go to the cops. The Bulgarian's got a ton of moles.
Annie: On his face?
Brooks: No, in the police department.
Gary: Never exclude me again.
Val: Don't even think about it, pig!
Gary: Can't say I care for that nomenclature.
Annie: You're not Liam Neeson.
Max: That hurts my feelings.
Max: You didn't happen to see a fellow brought in here, looks a little bit like me, but he's got a little bit of a sharper chin and higher cheekbones?
Bartender: So, a better-looking guy?
Max: You didn't invest in Panera?
Brooks: I ate at Panera.
Brooks: You know, you don't have to do this because I can just poop it out.
The Bulgarian: We're not gonna go digging through your feces. That's disgusting! Now, hold still while I cut your stomach open.
