Faulkner:
There is a clause in all of my contracts, that my liver is to be buried seperately, and, with honors.

Esposito:
We're dead!

RSM Sandy Young:
Esposito, you're not dead until I TELL you you're dead.

RSM Sandy Young:
"Get up."

RSM Sandy Young:
"Get on your feet, you fuckin' abortion!"

RSM Sandy Young:
Sir!

RSM Sandy Young:
That was LUDICROUS. You're jumping from an aeroplane, not a whorehouse window. Do it again.

Faulkner:
You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.

Faulkner:
What do I call you? SIR Edward?

RSM Sandy Young:
Sir! With respect, you can stick the money up your arse - that's not why I came out here with you. I love these grubby, thickheaded men I trained - you most of all. And I'll be with them, because I'm needed. You want to see a REAL revolution? Try and stop me.