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- Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?
- Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
- Rachel: [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding] It's not my blood! It's not me!
- [They get ready to restrain Frank]
- Rachel: Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help!
- [to Frank]
- Rachel: Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!
- Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
- Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
- Rachel: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.
- Herb Farmer: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
- Rachel: You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch.
- Frank: [chuckles]
- Rachel: And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me!
- Frank: Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!
- Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.
- Frank: What'd you expect?
- Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?
- Frank: This is my disguise.
- Rachel: What's going on, Frank?
- Frank: I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing.
- Rachel: And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?
- Rachel: But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?
- [as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi]
- Frank: Is this really necessary?
- Rachel: Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!
- Devaney: [In the limo] We'll go straight back to the green room, right Frank? You got that, Tony?
- Frank: Tony knows what he is doing.
- Rachel: You know, I wish you guys would relax a little bit. Nothing bad's gonna happen out there. Alright?
- [Sits back]
- Rachel: Unless I lose the fuckin' award.
- [She laughs and Sy gives her a glare]
- Rachel: Jesus, what a group!
- [Puts on lipstick]
- Rachel: Screw it. I'm tired of worrying about it. When your time is up? It's up.Right, Frank?
- Frank: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.
- Rachel: So that's it for me? That's it?
- Frank: Yeah.
- Rachel: Well, I don't believe it!
- Frank: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.
- Rachel: But I can't fuck you.
- Rachel: [Skip is nervously prompting Rachel to return to her seat before her award category is presented] I'm moving as fast as I can, Skip, why don't you go twitch somewhere else?
- Rachel: [to Frank] What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.
- Rachel: I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.
- Rachel: And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends.
- Frank: So go on Tuesdays.
- Sy Spector: Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?
- Rachel: *while being comforted by Frank* Do you want to know why I behave this way?
