“You’re such a crybaby. (Tee)Let me almost shoot off one of your testicles and see how you cope. (Joe)You shouldn’t have moved, Joe. It was your fault. (Tee)Yeah, everything’s my fault. (Joe)Good, then we agree. (Tee)”

“Patience is a virtue. (Tee)Excuse me, pot, could you not pick on the kettle? (Joe)”

“I do know how to operate a computer. (Joe)Yeah, right. What was it you said just ten minutes ago? Get this damned thing off my desk before I shoot it? Now make the call, Mr. Hunt-and-Peck. (Tee)”

“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)”

“Has anyone ever won an argument with you? (Syd)Just Tee, and I was drunk and wounded at the time. (Joe)”

“Trust me, Joe. You’re not a cowboy. The only cows you ever saw as a kid came under a plastic wrap in the grocery store or in a paper wrapped from McDonald’s. (Tee)”

“We never let our people just go. (Joe)What are you? Wolfram and Hart? (Steele)Oh, no, sweetie, they just take your soul for service. We intend to take even more than that. (Tee)”