Hoxie:
Allready trying to get under my skin, Riddick?

Richard B. Riddick:
It'l be easier... if I had something sharp.

Richard B. Riddick:
Hmm... a med-station, takes away the hurt, leaves the pain.

Richard B. Riddick:
Today, Johns, you get fucked.

Richard B. Riddick:
Talking about me? Never a good idea.

Richard B. Riddick:
Uh oh, looks like that memory's still working, Johns.