Alexis Bledel credited as playing...
Becky
- [last lines]
- The Salesman: [narrating] Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything...
- The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke?
- Becky: [on cell phone] I love you too, mom.
- The Salesman: [narrating, screen goes black] ... Anything.
- Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got?
- Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes.
- Jack Rafferty: [pulls gun] You seen this one? Get in the car.
- Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
- Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby.
- Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs.
- Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk.
- Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.
- Becky: [after Gail bit her on the neck] You're crazy! You could have ripped my throat out you crazy whore!
- Dwight: [narrating] Dozens of them. Armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered. Outgunned. But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight.
- Dwight: [holding Jackie Boy's head over the group of mobsters with Becky and Gail in tow] You can have Old Town! I don't care... just gimme the woman!
- [Jackie Boy's head 'talks' with tape over its mouth]
- Dwight: Shut up.
- Gail: Dwight... don't do this.
- Becky: Hey, wait a minute, something's not right...
- Schutz: SHUT UP! Or I'll plug ya.
- Manute: Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours.
- Manute: [the head and Gail are exchanged. The group raise their guns] Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces?
- Gail: Dwight... what have you done?
- Dwight: Exactly what I had to... every step of the way.
- Becky: No! It isn't right! There wasn't no tape over his mouth! How come there's tape over his mouth?
- [Dwight produces Brian's remote and the head detonates from a hidden grenade, knocking back a few of the gangsters]
- Dwight: [narrating] Where to fight counts for a lot...
- Manute: Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good...
- Dwight: [continuing] But there's nothing like having your friends show up...
- [We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley]
- Dwight: With lotsa guns...
- Manute: NO! McCarthy, you SHIT!