Danny: Shane please, turn your robot off. I feel like I'm in "Lost in Space" [when Danny asks Shane to get Madonna the robot away from him] Danny: Shane, would you get this horny can o' tuna away from me please. Shane: What can I say Dan? Madonna wants you. I'm not doing, Dan, I swear. I don't know why she reacts to you that way. Danny: Well, you must not be treating her right. Why don't you pick up a can of WD-40 and go to town. Danny: All right, now, what does R2D2 think? Danny: Nice security, pal. Shane: I'm late, sorry. We're still pickin' up pieces of the Senator. Uh, none o' the guys have ever seen anything like this before. I mean we're talkin pieces this small. I mean we're talkin' about his you know what. Frank: What are you? A Boy Scout? Danny: Yeah, about to earn another merit badge. [about the second liquid bomb in the limo] Frank: Mr. O' Neal, what do ya have for me? Danny: For you? I don't have shit. Now get away from me. I don't want any terrorist mistaking us for friends. Frank: Look, I know you guys like conspiracy theories, but it is possible he acted alone. Danny: Unlikely. Especially if he's not talking. That means he's scared. Frank: So what are you thinking? Danny: I'm thinking I gotta take a piss. You wanna help me? [frank nods] Danny: No? That's good.