“I didn’t know they’d do this to you. (Syd)It’s okay, Syd. Who could have imagined that a man who heads up a company of paid assassins and mercenaries would be psychotic? (Steele)”

“Oh, my God, are you okay? (Syd)You ever nick yourself while shaving? (Steele)Yeah. (Syd)You know the burn you get that hurts like hell? (Steele)Yeah. (Syd)This is nothing like that. It’s a lot worse. (Steele)”

“Be that as it may, we do need you in particular to complete this assignment. (Syd)What is it with you government assholes that you just can’t say anything in plain English? You always have to beat around the bush and use euphemisms or fucked-up acronyms for everything. (Steele)Fine. We need you to kill an assassin before he executes his target. Either you eat the bear, or the bear eats you, Mr. Steele. Or, to humor you, in plain English- you find and kill the assassin, or we kill you. End of story. (Syd)”

“He’s out there waiting for us. We his the street, and we’re ducks in a barrel. (Steele)Isn’t that fish in a barrel? (Syd)Don’t fuck with my metaphors right now, Syd. Can’t you see that I’m under stress? (Steele)”

“Where’s he shooting from? (Syd)I don’t know. You want to go look out the window and tell me the answer? (Steele)”

“Does this rationale make sense to you? (Syd)That’s Jack-Logic. It makes total sense. (Steele)”