Bert: Hey, did you know the fake blood is mint-flavored?
Jay: Bert, what did I tell you about eating the props? Now go wash your mouth out with soap. You look like a fucking vampire.
Bob: They're hit men, Zach! They shoot people in their apartment.
Zach: If they were hit men, they wouldn't shoot people in their own apartment. That's got to be one of the last professions that still makes housecalls.