Kp: It would be hard to survive something like that.
P: You can't kill what's dead.

Kp: Right. So you’re saying you’re already dead.
CB: I'm bleeding to death. Humor me.

Kp: I am so confused.
ST: Right. I'll be honest with you, Jerome. It was my intention of getting Epstein in here, and putting this pistol to his ear, and blowing a tunnel through his head. But you'll do just as well.

Kp: Jesus Christ!
G: He doesn't talk to me anymore.

Kp: You talk to Jesus?
CK: Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Kp: I don’t want your watch. I do want to get some food. Have you looked at the menu?
G: Don't eat that. Trust me.

Kp: We’ve been here forever. I’m starving.
P: You know how long I've been fasting? Forty years. The last time I shot up, I had a dozen and a half in one night. They fall like flies before the hungry, don't they? You can never get enough, can you? But you learn to control it. You learn, like the Tibetans, to survive on a little.

Kp: Yeah… Check, please! I’ll just pay for the drinks…
G: Just the one. This one. I'm not greedy.

Kp: Listen, I should probably go. I have some things to do…
ST: Just give me one Goddamn ho!

Kp: Ho?
ST: Ho what?

Kp: Is that a trick question?
ST: One more time.

Kp: Ho Ho?
ST: You shittin' me, Jerome?

Kp: Again with the “Jerome”. My name is Darci.
ST: But I heard more than one Ho.

Kp: Yeah – you said “one more time” and I said “ho ho”.
ST: You bet your ass ho ho. You know why you've got a problem?

Kp: I’m sure you’ll tell me.
VC: [laughs] I love this guy.