kp: Mission accomplished. Is this coffee?
MH: This ain't no ham on rye, pal.

kp: Thanks. So when did you get into town?
MH: I would have been here sooner, but I was thinkin' up that 'ham on rye' line.

kp: Really?
OR: This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can't repeat nothin’ I tell you?

kp: Well, no. I mean, I'll be publishing it on the internet.
OR: Well, if we ain't got no - what's that shit called - confidentiality, why should I tell you a thing?

kp: Your publicist seemed to think you wouldn't mind a little media coverage.
OR: How the fuck did he find me?

kp: If I'm not mistaken, he checked you into this hotel. That’s how I found you.
EP: But I found you.

kp: You weren’t even looking for me.
RF: Was that a goddamn shark broke through that door?

kp: No. You opened it.
OR: Who was there for your ass?

kp: You…?
OR: WHO? WHO? WHO?

kp: You were.
RF: Yeah, I'm the one.

kp: Okay, you found me then.
EP: So many sacrifices just to find you.

kp: A minute ago you threatened to kill me.
DR: When your friends betray you, sometimes the only people you can trust are strangers.

kp: Trust is good. I'll try to remain impartial and objective.
OR: You better be, motherfucker. All right, let's roll.

kp: You knew when you were younger that you’d become an actor?
J: Correctamundo.

kp: Did the other kids at school know?
EP: They called me Mr. Glass.

kp: Why?
EP: It's hard for many people to believe that there are extraordinary things inside themselves.

kp: What do you say now, when you run into the kids from your old neighborhood?
MH: I usually just sock 'em in the jaw and yell "Pop goes the weasel"

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