Harry: Hey, I like your cardboard armor.

Vernon: It's protection from infection.

Vernon: Justine... How are you doll?

[plants a kiss on her hand]

Vernon: As gorgeous as ever! Well you've uh put on a bit of weight. Did someone impregnate you?

Justine: [calmly] Fuck off.

Vernon: Good there is still a chance

Stevo: What the fuck is that accent?

Justine: Here he is!

Ord: Thousand apologies. Hate it when people are tardy. It's good to meet you boys.

[shakes Chris's hand]

Ord: Thanks for coming out.

[extends his hand to Frank, who doesn't reciprocate]

Ord: You didn't masturbate before you got here, did you?

Frank: What?

Justine: [laughs nervously]

Ord: Told you I don't work with anybody who's carrying a loaded weapon.

Chris: Fuck the small talk. Let's buy some guns, eh?

Vernon: Check out the merch.

Justine: That's not what he ordered.

Vernon: Fuck me...

Chris: He ordered M-16's. Different weapon.

Vernon: I'm not driving a fucking pizza delivery service!

Martin: Keep your shit together.

Vernon: You want the weapons? Or you don't want the weapons?

Justine: Ugh, men.

[last lines]

Justine: About dinner... Can I take a raincheck?

Chris: Hey you take what you want, girl.

[first lines]

Bernie: [honking at the car in the front] Move your fat a**!

Stevo: Shut the f**k up, Bernie! My f**king head is about to explode here.