Ruth Lanier: How much do I get for the information I gave you on Waxman? Richard Chance: No arrest, no money. Ruth Lanier: It's my fault he's dead? It took me six months to get next to him. I got expenses, you know. Richard Chance: Guess what? Uncle Sam don't give a shit about your expenses. You want bread, fuck a baker. Credit Card Counterfeiter: Why are you chasing me? John Vukovich: I don't know, why you running? Credit Card Counterfeiter: 'Cause you're chasing me. Eric 'Rick' Masters: How you making it? Carl Cody: Like every other swinging dick in this place makes it. Day by motherfucking day. Eric 'Rick' Masters: You have my word you won't have to do the whole nickel. Carl Cody: What does that mean? Eric 'Rick' Masters: Grimes is the best lawyer in the state. It'll either be an appeal bond or a sentence reduction. Carl Cody: And the check is in the mail, and I love you, and I promise not to come in your mouth... Carl Cody: [talking about Max Waxman] He's a lying son of a bitch! He's probably the motherfucker who did me. He ratted me to the feds. I'll kill him when I get out! I'm gonna give that fuckin' scumbag a serious headache. May God strike me dead if I don't waste him. Richard Chance: I wanna get Rick Masters. Carl Cody: I've taken four falls, I've never ratted anybody in my life, and I've had plenty of chances, believe me. Richard Chance: Masters is your friend. I don't blame you, I would never hang up a friend. Anybody who would is a piece of shit. Thing is, your friend tried to have you iced. Carl Cody: That doesn't mean I'm gonna roll over and play informer. If you're looking for a pigeon, go to the park. [Masters enters his fancy car] Jeff Rice: You still driving that piece of shit? Max Waxman: I am straight with Masters. I would never fuck with Masters. Thomas Bateman: [to Chance and Vukovich] You're not the first agents to get next to Masters. Bob Grimes: [to Vukovich] Because I represent Masters, I can't get deeply involved in your case, if you see what I mean. Jim Hart: I'm getting too old for this shit. [Jim has been shot] Jim Hart: Shitbag. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Buddy, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. Terrorist: I'm ready to die! Richard Chance: Nobody's gonna die. Look, you and I are gonna go downstairs and talk. Terrorist: Death to Israel and America, and all the enemies of Islam! Eric 'Rick' Masters: First you rip me off, then you set up Carl, now you want to fuck my lady? Max Waxman: Oh, man. She came on to me, man. I swear it. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Oh, what a tragedy. I want my 600K. Max Waxman: I didn't have anything to do with getting Cody set up... Eric 'Rick' Masters: Do you know that your house is under surveillance? Do you know you're living like a fuckin' animal in the zoo? [Vukovich has been given details about the prospect of testifying in court] John Vukovich: But you can't get involved, right? Bob Grimes: Not directly. John Vukovich: What would it cost for your indirect involvement. Bob Grimes: $50,000. [pause] Bob Grimes: I know it's a tough call, but it's one you're going to have to make rather quickly. John Vukovich: I can't hand out my partner. I can't do it, even if I have to go to the joint. Richard Chance: If I was one of your asshole cronies, you'd be spread-eagled on your desk to do this for me! Judge Filo Cedillo: Don't say something you'll regret later. Bob Grimes: I don't have a lot of time. I'm in the middle of a trial. John Vukovich: What kind of trial? Bob Grimes: It's a dope case. Client got busted smuggling fifty pounds of cocaine. I should be able to get him off, though. Seach warrant's weak. John Vukovich: Weak? Bob Grimes: Color of the house is listed as brown in the warrant, when in fact it's beige and yellow. John Vukovich: You should be ashamed of yourself. Bob Grimes: I don't make any apologies for being an attorney. If I didn't accept the case, somebody else would, without a doubt. Without a doubt. [Richard Chance gets the judge's authorization to hold Carl Cody] Judge Filo Cedillo: If this prisoner escapes from custody, I'll make you testify in open court about how he made a fool out of you. Richard Chance: I'm gonna bag Masters, and I don't give a shit how I do it. Bianca Torres: I love the rain. Max Waxman: Yeah, it's groovy. Ruth Lanier: What would happen if I stopped giving you information on Masters? Richard Chance: Why? Ruth Lanier: I'm just curious. [pause] Richard Chance: I'd have your parole revoked. Richard Chance: You know what this is? Thomas Ling: What's the game? Richard Chance: It's no game. Just walk. Thomas Ling: Why? Richard Chance: Why? Because if you don't, I'll blow your fucking heart out. Richard Chance: Can I talk to you for a minute? Thomas Bateman: You must be a mind-reader. I was just going to call you. I have decided to let Vukovich work with you. Richard Chance: Do I have a choice? Thomas Bateman: Oh, is there someone else you'd prefer? You're welcome to fill out a Form 19, and list all the reasons you'd rather not work with him. Your info would be strictly confidential. [Richard Chance is looking at the journal he took from Max Waxman's residence] John Vukovich: It's a crime scene, buddy. The book is evidence. What if the cop remembers it's missing? Richard Chance: Shit. The rookie couldn't remember what he saw. He wasn't in there long enough. Jeff Rice: Next time, there'll be no fuck-up. Eric 'Rick' Masters: What next time? Jack: Die, motherfucker! Terrorist: I am a martyr! John Vukovich: We got an FBI agent killed. You hear that? Richard Chance: What do you want me to do about it, John? John Vukovich: It's just a matter of time before they fuckin' identify us. They got a good look at us. Richard Chance: A face is bullshit without a name. John Vukovich: They got a make on the car! Richard Chance: Look, they would have sent it out over the teletype if they had anything. They're grabbing at shit. Eric 'Rick' Masters: A 19th Century Cameroon, yes? Your taste is in your ass! [shoots Waxman in the face] Richard Chance: Quentin Dailey got 30 points they said. The guy's unbelievable, man. Say all you want about Michael Jordan, he's a great fuckin' ball player. But Quentin Dailey's got a gun like a howitzer, man. Thirty feet. Boom, boom, boom. He gets hot, he's fabulous. [last lines] John Vukovich: [to Ruth] You're working for me now. Richard Chance: Where's the key? Thomas Ling: I don't have it. Richard Chance: He doesn't have it. What a guy! Jeff Rice: Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Eric 'Rick' Masters: Hello Jeff. Jeff Rice: What are you doing in my crib. Eric 'Rick' Masters: You sent two assholes to do Cody and they blew it. I paid you half, I want it back. Jeff Rice: Yeah, well uh... I'm trying to get that money back myself. I had to front the whole purchase to get my people to do their thing. So I ain't got any more. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Well, then uh... you better try and shit 40 grand, because I ain't leaving without it. Jeff Rice: I owe you Cody. Next time there be no fuck-up. Eric 'Rick' Masters: What next time? He's in protective custody. Jeff Rice: Hell, protective custody don't mean shit to me! The man's dead. Eric 'Rick' Masters: In a pig's ass! Eric 'Rick' Masters: I want my paper, Jeff. I can't afford to have it circulating right now. Jeff Rice: I told you I don't have it. Eric 'Rick' Masters: Get it. Jeff Rice: Now look, my man. I told you I don't have what you're lokking for, So why don't you make it easy on yourself... [draws a knife on Masters] Jeff Rice: and just shag your ass out of my crib! Now you be a printer! Go get some ink, ant start printin' some more of that shit! Eric 'Rick' Masters: You broke your contract with me Jeff. Now, I don't know whether you're into it but you're gonna have to suck on this until you give me back my paper! Eric 'Rick' Masters: Everybody knows Rick Masters won't go near a job without front money. You should also know that I never fucked a customer out of his front money. I've been coming to this gym three or four times a week for five years. I'm an easy man to find. My reputation speaks for itself. The fact is that if you can't come up with the front money you're not for real. Richard Chance: [to Vukovich] You ain't my partner! You ain't even my fucking friend. In fact, let me give you a little piece of advice: you better get your ass into protection, baby! Because you ain't shit on the streets! You understand that? You ain't got the nuts! Kiss my ass! Pussy motherfucker! Richard Chance: Who are they? Bianca Torres: Who are you? Eric 'Rick' Masters: This is Mr. Jessup, whose name isn't really Jessup, wo says he's from Palm Springs but doesn't have a tan. You're not wired, are you? Richard Chance: We're *on* with Masters tonight! Ruth Lanier: I was reading about the stars. Talked about how the stars are the eyes of god. I think it's true, don't you? Richard Chance: No, I don't. Carl Cody: Hey, what shit they're showing tonight? Inmate Ruben: It's that galactical warrior movie. Carl Cody: I hate that space shit, man! Inmate Ruben: Nothing but science fiction, man. Carl Cody: They want me to have an operation, but I can't stand the thought of one of those prison butchers slicing me open. I'd rather drink this shit pink cement. Eric 'Rick' Masters: I've got a friend in Palm Springs, Lenne Green. He owns the Oasis. Do you know him? Richard Chance: I got a friend in Hollywood, Donald Duck. You know him? Richard Chance: [noticing a 'Do Not Enter - Wrong Way' street sign] We're going this way! Richard Chance: Remember me? Football game at the airport?