Frankie Figs: You know, I can't think of nothing finer than a fine naked woman holding a gun.
Jimmy: I'm gonna keep the coke and the fries but I'm gonna send this burger back. And if you put any mayonnaise on it, I'm gonna come over to your house, I'll chop your legs off, set fire to your house, and watch as you drag your bloody stumps out the door.
[after a beat, the waiter turns to Oz]
Oz: I'm fine.
[the waiter leaves, and Jimmy
starts laughing]
Jimmy: Fine? Let me tell you something, Oz. You are *not* fine. Do you know your wife wants you dead?
Oz: [tugs off his wedding ring] That much I've figured out.
[after Oz tells Jimmy over a payphone he loves Jimmy's wife, while Jimmy doesn't know they slept together]
Jimmy: Will you listen to yourself? What are you talkin' about, you love her? You just met her!
[to Frankie]
Jimmy: He said he's in love with Cynthia!
Frankie Figs: No shit!
Jill St. Claire:
So SHE'S the one!
Jimmy: She's the one what?
Jill St. Claire: The one he schtupped in Chicago!
Jimmy: The one he...
Jimmy: My wife? You shtupped my wife, Oz?
Oz: I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way, exactly...
Jimmy: [with increasing anger] No, no, no! Let me get this straight. You went down to Chicago and engaged in sexual CONGRESS with my wife? Is that what you're telling me?
Jill St. Claire: Jimmy, Jimmy, calm down!
Jimmy: [now livid] IS IT? I SWEAR TO GOD...!
[Jill takes the phone from Jimmy]
Oz: [to Cynthia] He's a little upset. I've managed to upset a mass murderer.
Jimmy: FIND OUT WHERE HE IS!
[into phone]
Jimmy: JUST STAY RIGHT THERE!
[Jill takes the phone away]
Jimmy: It's a DISGRACE...
Jill St. Claire: [into phone] Oz, you stud, you!
Frankie Figs: Gonna be a DEAD stud.
Cynthia: You really meant it, didn't you? What you said?
Oz: About loving you? Of course! What did you think this was all about?
Cynthia: [shrugs] Sex. I mean, GREAT sex...
Oz: [chuckling] It was pretty good... is that all this has meant to you?
Cynthia: Don't get me wrong, Oz. I like
you a lot...
Oz: Well, that's great to hear, but I've got news for you. I don't generally go around risking my life for people who just like me.
Jill St. Claire: Your wife is not a nice person.
Oz: You're expecting an arguement?
Jimmy: I'm telling you this like a friend because if you screw this up - I would hate to... I would really hate to have to kill you. I would hate it more than mayonnaise. You know how much I hate mayonnaise.