“The sound of the motor lulls him to sleep. (Joe)Great. I always wanted to fly with a narcoleptic pilot. (Steele)”

“You know what I love about this place? (Joe)I hope it’s not the décor. (Steele)”

“Where’d you learn to drive? (Steele)Richard Petty’s School of Driving. Had a great instructor there named Steven Norbert who showed me how to dog the shit out of en engine. Why? (Joe)”

“Not a mark on it. (Joe)Yeah. Wanna check the backseat, where Steele is sitting? I’ll bet there’s a big stain there. (Tee)”

“We all make mistakes, Steele. It’s what we do afterward that defines us more than the actual incident that led to the mistake. (Joe)”

“Think Snake Plissken. You know…Escape From New York? You do this job, and if you don’t fuck it up, we let you live. (Joe)Yeah, I’ve seen that movie. At the end they try to kill him anyway. (Steele)Good, then you’re already acquainted with our methods. Saves me a lot of training time and you a low of surprises. (Joe)”

“That’s– (Guard)Wait. Out. Side. (Joe)(Guard leaves)Thanks. Can’t wait for the walk back. You guys specialize in something other than acid enemas? (Steele)”