- Justine: Here he is!
- Ord: Thousand apologies. Hate it when people are tardy. It's good to meet you boys.
- [shakes Chris's hand]
- Ord: Thanks for coming out.
- [extends his hand to Frank, who doesn't reciprocate]
- Ord: You didn't masturbate before you got here, did you?
- Frank: What?
- Justine: [laughs nervously]
- Ord: Told you I don't work with anybody who's carrying a loaded weapon.
- Chris: Fuck the small talk. Let's buy some guns, eh?
- Justine: Uh! It's cold.
- Frank: You think this is cold sweetheart. You should try Holywood in February. Freeze the tits off a brass witch
- Ord: The only thing a girl needs to stay warm in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook.
- Frank: I'm not talking about your Hollywood. I'm talking about the real Holywood. Holywood, County Down, Northern Ireland.
- Ord: You guys got a Holywood too! That's great. That's what I like about this business. It could be financially rewarding and you can still learn something new everyday.
- Frank: Stick to your ABC's son
- Chris: Right, introductions, yeah?
- Ord: [looking behind him] Come out, come out wherever you are.
- Vernon: The suspense is killing me, what did Steven do?
- Harry: That fucking junkie came on to my cousin last night at the Harlequins. And when she wouldn't suck his fucking dick, he bottled her.
- Justine: You've got to be kidding me!
- Vernon: What!
- Harry: I'm serious as fucking cancer. She's scarred, man, permanently, and she's 17.
- Vernon: Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon?
- Gordon: It's unfortunate, but it's true. The place erupted like fucking Vesuvius, man. There's not a stick of furniture left in the place. For real.
- Martin: If you were to walk into Harlequins tomorrow night with his head on a fuckin' stick, you'd be a hero, man.
- Ord: Why would you even say that, why would you say that?
- Vernon: What are you doing? You're just making it worse. Everybody, take a chill pill, okay? Just calm the fuck down.