Torres: Jesus, Albrecht, I can see why they took away your gold shield!
Albrecht: Yeah, I wasn't a big enough asshole.
Eric Draven: You shouldn't smoke these. They'll kill you.
Funboy: You are seriously fucked up. Would you look in the mirror? I mean, you need professional help!
[Funboy pulls the trigger, blowing a hole in Eric Draven's hand]
Funboy: Bingo! He shoots, he scores!
Eric Draven: Mr. Gideon, you're not paying attention!
Gideon: [shouting] No! My hand!
Eric Draven: I repeat: A Gold engagement ring, yes? It was pawned here a year ago by a customer of yours named Tin Tin. He confided in me before he ran out of breath!
Eric Draven: [pointing a gun at Gideon] You have one chance to live.
Gideon: Look, man take anything you want.
Eric Draven: Thank you.
Gideon: TAKE ANYTHING!
Eric Draven: [while searching for the wedding rings] Warmer?
Gideon: [Is held at the table due to the knife through his hand into the table] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Eric Draven: Don't you know this game?
Funboy: Look what you've done... to my sheets.
Top Dollar: Oh for fuck's sake, die, will ya?
Albrecht: Now Sarah, she's a genuine hot dogger. You hungry?
Sarah: You buyin'?
Albrecht: I'm buyin'.
Sarah: No onions though, okay?
Albrecht: No onions?
Sarah: They make you fart, big time.
T-Bird: FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!
Top Dollar: I think we broke her.
Gideon: My livelihood got flushed and went swirling.
Torres: What the hell do you call that?
Albrecht: I call it blood, detective. I suppose you'll write it up as "graffiti".
Albrecht: That's Tin-tin. One of T-Bird's little helpers. I think you can rule out accidental death.
Torres: Don't any of your street-demons have real grown-up names?
[Skank is chasing T-bird in a wrecked Yugo]
Skank: Holy shit! God-damned foreign cars!
Skank: [mouth full of chips] What's all this happy horseshit?
