Maggie: I never did mind about the little things.

Maggie: How about you kiss my ass right in the crack?

Bob: Why do you talk so dirty, Maggie?

Maggie: Why do you talk so faggy, Bob?

Maggie: So... you're going to give me this 'chance.' What do I got to do?

Bob: Learn, Maggie. Learn to speak properly; learn to stand up straight for a start. Then languages, computers, and so on. Do something to help your country for a change.

Maggie: What if I'm not interested?

Bob: Row 48, Plot 12.

Karate Instructor: [does some karate moves and assumes a fighting stance] I've taken my guard. See if you can hit my face.

Maggie: [starts to circle the instructor, waving her hands and making sounds like Bruce Lee] Hooooo. Waaa!

Karate Instructor: Come on. COme on.

[Maggie continues circling and making the noises and hand motions]

Karate Instructor: Hit me. Come on. Hit me.

[Puzzled and impatient, the instructor looks away from Maggie, lowering his guard]

Karate Instructor: [frustrated] Aah.

[the instructor turns back to Maggie and she decks him right in the nose, knocking him down]

Bob: [picks up Maggie's album of Nina Simone] Can I take this?

J.P.: Yeah... sure.

J.P.: [pause] You like Nina?

Bob: [after a while] Yeah. I love her.

J.P.: [pause] We'll miss her?

Bob: [gazes at the picture of Maggie on the wall] Yeah. We'll miss her.

Bob: You can't just pout and decide you don't want to play anymore.

Bob: He mentioned the word "bullet," and he mentioned the word "brain."

[in disguise as Angela]

Maggie: For Christ's sake, give me a fucking break and open ze stupid gate!

Bob: Ask Me why im so serious

Maggie: Why are you so serious?

Bob: Cos iv'e got serious stuff to tell you Maggie for Margaret.

Victor: I'm Victor. I'm the cleaner.

Angela: Enough vis ze fucking tea already!

Maggie: Oh, I think she's saying, "Stick it in me twice a day, and I'll do anything for you. I'll lick the ground you walk on."

[Bob is waiting for Maggie as she returns from an 'assignment']

Bob: How are you?

Maggie: I just blew up a hotel. How the hell do you think I am?

Bob: You stupid ignorant little girl. You think you can just pout and decide that you don't want to play anymore? I mean where do you think you are? Don't you understand anything that I've said?

Maggie: I mean it.

Bob: You don't know what you're talking about.

Maggie: I'm through! I'm out!

Bob: Listen, which word don't you understand? There is no out, there is no through, there is no out!

Amanda: Belief is half of being.