kp: You're making no sense. And why do you keep squirming in your seat? Do you have to pee?
James: Pee-pee is such a wimp word. See a man about a horse. Drain the snake...

kp: Whatever. Did you just piss on my seat?!
Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.

kp: Why didn't you go before we left the hotel? Or just ask me to pull over? What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Danny: Bite the weenie, Riz.

kp: With relish. (laughs)
Danny: (laughs).

kp: Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I overreacted. Shit happens, right?
Danny: Oh that's cool baby. You know how it is, rockin' an' rollin' an' what not.

kp: Umm..yeah. So, you're married. You have two kids...
Deakins: I don't see what the big deal is, I really don't.

kp: Um, I guess it's not. What about pets? How about a dog?
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eat their own feces.

kp: Okay. Yes, some dogs do. But they can also be very clean. you just have to give them baths--
Vincent: I washed 'em. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.

kp: Okay, okay. So no pets. What about hobbies? I heard you're a real gourmet in the kitchen. What's your favorite dish?
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

kp: Nothing more exotic? Asian cuisine? Maybe French?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.