Pik van Cleef:
Randal, Randal, Randal. I know you didn't mean to... hurt... my feelings.
Pik van Cleef:
Randal, I come back here, I cut me a steak.
Chance Boudreaux:
If you understand me, just grunt.
Randal Poe:
[Lying face down on a massage table thinking the masseuse is still massaging him, not knowing that Chance is] Oh yeah baby
Chance Boudreaux:
Hello Poe!
Randal Poe:
[Making a startled rise from the table] What the fuck?
Chance Boudreaux:
[Slamming Poe's face down into the head rest] You miss me?
Randal Poe:
Oh Christ not again!
Chance Boudreaux:
It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me?
Randal Poe:
[Squirming in pain] I dont know what you're talking about
Chance Boudreaux:
[Pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest] Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you?
Randal Poe:
Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef!
Chance Boudreaux:
Good boy, where is he?
Randal Poe:
I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I dont do what he says, please...
Chance Boudreaux:
[Again pushes his head further into the head rest] You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that im going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt
Randal Poe:
[Grunts hesitantly]
Chance Boudreaux:
Again
[pushes his head even harder in the head rest]
Douvee:
Ooh-wee! Ha ha! Sometimes I 'maze myself! Good whiskey make jackrabbit slap de bear!
Chance Boudreaux:
What's your name?
Natasha Binder:
It's Nat.
Chance Boudreaux:
'Nat?'
Natasha Binder:
Mm-hmm.
Chance Boudreaux:
Your parents named you for a... bug?
Chance Boudreaux:
You trust me?
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Natasha Binder:
Of course I trust you.
Chance Boudreaux:
Close your eyes.
Natasha Binder:
Why do you want me to trust you with my eyes closed?
Chance Boudreaux:
Now take your pig-stick and your boyfriend, and find a bus to catch.
Elijah Roper:
Hey! Help me, man! Come on, man! Help me!
Man On The Street:
Hey, man! I ain't got no change, man!
Emil Fouchon:
You're not angry at me, are you, Pik?
Pik van Cleef:
I don't get angry.
[holds up his shotgun]
Pik van Cleef:
I'm a professional.
[after blasting Stephan]
Chance Boudreaux:
Sorry about your shirt.
Emil Fouchon:
Careless is what you are, Randal. Careless and stupid and now you're sorry, too.
Douvee:
[handing Natasha a flask of his moonshine] Here, drink. But do not spill. It kill de grass.
Emil Fouchon:
I'll fuck you, then I'll eat you.
Stephan:
[his only line] The place is clean, he just left.
Emil Fouchon:
[his last line] Whoops!
Emil Fouchon:
You are a fucking buffalo!
Emil Fouchon:
There's always some unhappy corner of the globe where we can ply our trade.
Emil Fouchon:
[Fouchon stops Zenan from shooting Roper before the chase can begin] This is New Orleans... not Beirut!
Pik van Cleaf:
[after punching a sleeping Poe in the stomach] Wakey wakey... you fat fuck!
Natasha Binder:
Why are you named Chance?
Chance Boudreaux:
My momma took one...
Chance Boudreaux:
Do you still have my 30.06?
Douvee:
No... gator ate it. But I still have your shotgun.