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?
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?
Justine: Ugh, men.
Justine: Uh! It's cold.
Frank: You think this is cold sweetheart. You should try Holywood in February. Freeze the tits off a brass witch
Ord: The only thing a girl needs to stay warm in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook.
Frank: I'm not talking about your Hollywood. I'm talking about the real Holywood. Holywood, County Down, Northern Ireland.
Ord: You guys got a Holywood too! That's great. That's what I like about this business. It could be financially rewarding and you can still learn something new everyday.
Frank: Stick to your ABC's son
Chris: Right, introductions, yeah?
Ord: [looking behind him] Come out, come out wherever you are.
Stevo: FYI your breath stinks of shit and you have a serious case of BO!