“My kingdom for a gun. (Geary)You don’t have a kingdom. (Brian)And I don’t have a gun- looks like I’m shit out of luck all the way around, huh? (Geary)”

“I take it you didn’t get the permits...again. (Brian)What was your first clue? (Geary)Oh, I don’t know. That stomping stance as you walked down the street, clenching and unclenching your fists like you’re already choking someone, or maybe it’s that way you’re looking at me like you could claw out my eyes when I haven’t done anything to piss you off. (Brian)Yes, you have. (Geary)And that is? (Brian)You don’t have a gun. (Geary)”

“Don’t hurt him. (Geary)Do you think I came all the way over here to hurt him? If I’d wanted him hurt, I’d have left him to Tweedle Dumb and Dumber. (ZT)”

“Stay or go. I really don’t give a shit. But if you stay, I want you to continue your play upstairs in a bed, like civilized people. (Solin)Well, isn’t he Mr. Happy Sunshine? (Geary)”

“Okay, I’m dreaming. Hallucinating. Brought on by stress. I had a hard day today and this is my mind trying to protect itself from…from stuff. Lots of stuff. (Geary)(Arik, Trieg, and ZT stare at Geary.)Oh, like I’m any less sane than the three of you just because I talk to myself. (Geary)”

“So how many women have you visited in their dreams? (Geary)Is this one of those questions that if I don’t answer it correctly, you get angry at me? (Arik)”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or family you’d rather be with? (Geary)Only Solin, and honestly, he’s not this soft. Even if he was, it’d be gross. (Arik)”