Roarke: I thought you were a nice guy. Wade: I am a nice guy. Just a different kind of nice guy. Wade: I want to thank you, Tom. You saved my life. Tom: Uh - don't worry about it. Wade: You didn't have to hit me, though. Tom: ...Yes I did. Gail: Are you makin' a pass at me? Tom: I don't know, is that what it's called this far outside of Boston? Gail: This far *inside* of marriage, you mean. Tom: I think we're sufficiently alienated for this to qualify as a pass. Wade: I'm in charge now. I could bury you and Roarke tonight. I could do anything I want with you. Gail: Then go ahead. Don't keep telling me how tough you are, Wade, just show me. Wade: We never had nicknames where I came from. Certainly not "White Water." White trash, maybe. Policeman: What happened? Roarke: My mom got us down the river. Policeman: How about your dad? What did he do? Roarke: He saved our lives.