Wesley: What did you say to me? It's a name, it's a target. I don't want this person dead, fate does! Well fate wanted you dead.
Wesley: You're not an assassin of fate, Sloan. You're just a thug who can bend bullets.
Wesley: [to Sloan] Do you make sweaters, or do you kill people?
[Fox breaks windshield during car chase and climbs out]
Wesley: Get back in here!
Gunsmith: Fuck the code.
Wesley: [voice-over, after Barry calls him the man] I'm the man? Yeah right, Barry. I'm the man. In fact, I'm so much the man that I have a standing prescription for medication to control my anxiety attacks. God, I wish I had something else to relieve my stress.
Wesley: [upon seeing a dead woman hung on a meat hook] Oh my God! Hey, we can't shoot a dead woman! She might be somebody's mom!
[Fox shoots the corpse in the head]
Gunsmith: You need to know what it's like to put a bullet in a body.
Fox: I want you to curve the bullet.
Wesley: How am I supposed to do that?
Sloan: [walking in] It's not a question of how. It's a question of what. If no one told you that bullets flew straight, and I gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do? Let your instincts guide you.
Wesley: You know, if I wanted to get beat up, I would've stayed in my cubicle!
Sloan: Welcome... to the Fraternity. This gun you're holding belonged to your father; he could conduct a symphony orchestra with it.
Wesley: [while being chased by Cross] He's fucking persistent, you know?
Wesley: I have a gun, sir!
Janice: [to Wesley] Jesus H. Fucking Popsicle! I still don't have my billing reports. But you've got time to sit here and google your ass off.
Fox: [while beating Wesley] Why are you here?
Wesley: I don't know who I am!
[Fox turns Wesley over]
Fox: What did you say?
Wesley: I said I don't know who I am.
Wesley: Have you ever thought about doing things differently?
Fox: How do you mean?
Wesley: I don't know. Being somebody else? Someone... normal?
Fox: [after a long pause] No.
