Kp: No, seriously. What is my problem?
VC: What we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.

Kp: I’M telling YOU everything?
ST: Are there two Arnold Epsteins in this company?

Kp: What is wrong with you?
UR: Am I such a bad guy? Have I hurt you? Have I shot you? In the groin?

Kp: No, I guess not. No.
MZ: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.

Kp: Whatever. Please don’t follow me. I will hurt you.
MS: I told you I'd make a killer out of you.

Mr. Walken continued rambling incoherently as I ran out of the restaurant. My lawyer says the restraining order should be enough, but if I don’t answer my phone for a few days, please dial 911.