Leslie Rodgers: How do you sleep at night?
Parker: I don't drink coffee after 7.
Leslie Rodgers: Do you ever feel bad about what you do?
Parker: Everyone steals, Leslie. Some people admit it to themselves, some don't. It's what human beings do. That's why we invented locks.
Leslie Rodgers: I'm sick of chauffeuring these fucking entitled wannabe playboys who have never worked a day in their life. Showing them houses that I could never afford. Laughing at their jokes that I can't stand. All while fending off their gropes. But not all their gropes. Because you never know, one of these days I might just might get a full commission.
[last lines]
James: I believe that man that we found on the side of the road that day, he weren't no man at all. He was an angel, sent here to test us.
Ascension: [Leslie signs for a package, opens it, and wads of currency fall out. Her mother calls out from upstairs] Leslie, who was that?
Leslie Rodgers: It's the mailman. Nothing but bills.