Harley Davidson: It's better to be dead and cool, than alive and uncool.
Marlboro: Harley, if you were shootin' for shit you wouldn't get a whiff!
Harley Davidson: We're gonna jump.
Marlboro: Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
Harley Davidson: C'mon, it's the only way.
Harley Davidson: You're gonna get shot up here.
Marlboro: Well, you're gonna get squashed down there.
Harley Davidson: I'd rather be squashed than shot.
Marlboro: Not me.
Harley Davidson: Fine, then.
Harley Davidson: I owe you that.
[Jumps off building into pool below]
Marlboro: I hate you for this... I fuckin' hate you for this.
Marlboro: I HATE YOU HARLEY... Oh shit!
Harley Davidson: Some rush, eh?
Marlboro: Squeeze the trigger, don't yank it, it's not your dick.
Guard: [Harley and Marlboro are robbing an armoured car] Who are you guys?
Marlboro: Well, he's Harley Davidson, and I'm the Marlboro Man.
Guard: You look like a bunch of two-bit hoods to me.
Harley Davidson: [the car's trunk explodes] Now does that look like the work of two-bit hoods?
Guard: Yeah. Pros would've used my keys.
[Harley and Marlboro look at each other]
Harley Davidson: Well, he likes to blow things up.
Marlboro: My old man told me, before he left this shitty world, never chase buses or women, you'll always be left behind.
Marlboro: He's gonna take my girl, I'm gonna take his bike.
Marlboro: My old man told me, before he left this shitty world, the right woman can make ya, and the wrong woman can break ya.
Marlboro: You shot me Harley!, You fucking shot me!, I can't believe you shot me!
Marlboro: [Walking along brightly lit Las Vegas strip] I hate this fucking town.
Harley Davidson: Hey, man, you don't know anything about this city.
Marlboro: I grew up here, you dumb bastard.
Harley Davidson: I didn't know that.
Marlboro: Yeah, well, what you don't know is a lot.
Harley Davidson: You mean to tell me that real cowboys - I mean shit-kicking rodeo cowboys - come from Vegas?
Marlboro: Some of the best. Perhaps even ONE of the best.
Marlboro: My old man used to tell me before he left this shitty world, five rules of playing pool for cash. Lesson #1, always shoot with a cigarette in your mouth.
Big Indian: Can't smoke with no fire, asshole.
Marlboro: I quit!, Lesson #2, always know the table before you shoot.
[Marlboro shoots the ball]
Marlboro: Lesson #3, make sure you chalk that stick... REAL GOOD... before each shot!
[Marlboro shoots the ball again]
Marlboro: Lesson #4, never make a bet... if you can't pay the debt.
[Marlboro puts his hat on the table and shoots the ball again]
Marlboro: Lesson #5, if you lose, make sure you stand up straight and tall.
[points to the ball]
Marlboro: that corner... like a man
Marlboro: School's out boys!
Big Indian: You better get out of town, cowboy... before my cord snaps!
Marlboro: I'm good to go, as soon as I have five big bills in my pocket... and your woman in my bed!
Big Indian: Well I ain't got no $500 cowboy, and there's no way in hell you're bedding down my woman.
Jimmy Jiles: Jack, the deal is, YOU LOSE. You don't tear the guy's arm out of the socket!
Disc Jockey: There's a new drug out there called Crystal Dream. Now, what it is, you don't shoot it, you don't smoke it, you don't snort it. Apparently, you put it in your eyes, and it tells you lies.
Marlboro: Lay off my boots Harley!, I'm in no fucking mood.
Marlboro: You know, my old man told me before he left this shitty world that there would be blue-bellied chicken shit bastards like you out there!
Marlboro: Guns are meant to be shot Harley, not thrown!
Harley Davidson: You know, if I had a nickel for every time some piece of shit pointed a gun at me I'd be a rich man.
Alexander: Judging from the data we gathered, they're dilettantes.
Alexander: You boys are good... for dilettantes.
Harley Davidson: I can take care of the bike, but I can't take care of the bitch.
Harley Davidson: You know, this really pisses me off. Your store has such nice clean filtered fresh air and it just takes a couple of scumbags to stink it up.