Officer Stubie: I promise you when I find your old man, I am personally gonna fuck him up!
Hank Evans: I noticed you conveniently left out your eating disorder.
Irene P. Waters: I don't have and eating disorder.
Hank Evans: Whatever you say, slim.
Charlie Baileygates: Irene?
Irene P. Waters: Hmm?
Charlie Baileygates: Why am I peeing like I was up all night having sex?
Narrator: Well, it seems old Hank had pulled a fast one.
Agent Boshane: We just got a report that he put six bullets into a prize cow's head. Poor thing's lucky to be alive.
[Charlie's sons look at each other; Lee Harvey raises an eyebrow]
Hank Evans: [after Dickie gets knocked out] Oh, your golf buddy?
Irene P. Waters: Yeah.
Hank Evans: Well, I hope he doesn't mind if I play through.
Irene P. Waters: Knock it off, Hank!
Hank Evans: Okay, turn around. I'll play the back nine.
Irene P. Waters: Stop
it.
Hank Evans: C'mon. He couldn't have chewed up the greens that badly.
Irene P. Waters: Get away from me!
Hank Evans: Whoa!
Irene P. Waters: He hasn't played the course in a long time, okay? It was Charlie who was putting.
Hank Evans: Charlie?
Irene P.
Waters: Yeah, that's right. He may not be long off the tee, but he's got a pretty good up and down game.
Hank Evans: [Frustrated] What the hell is that suppo- Could we just speak English for a second here?
Charlie Baileygates: I never said anything remotely racist!
Limo Driver: Oooh, so it's the little people thing, than?
Charlie Baileygates: No!
Limo Driver: You think just coz I'm small you can just push me around? Well, come on my friend. Let's boogie! I'm gonna give a little lesson in low center of gravity!
[Limo Driver chases Charlie]
Charlie Baileygates: Hey, cut it! Stop it now, Sir!
Limo Driver: Don't patronize me with that 'Sir' crap!
Jamaal: My daddy ain't killed nobody, and he sure as shit ain't kidnapped no skinny-ass bitch!