George Kuffs:
Hey, asshole! Yes, you. Look, if you're gonna jump, jump. Otherwise, use the bridge like everyone else. You're screwin' up traffic down there.

George Kuffs:
Women. If it weren't for them, there'd be no civilization.

George Kuffs:
I got women to do, places to see!

George Kuffs:
Why are we doing so much running? Aren't we all going to be in cars?

George Kuffs:
How do you load one of these things?

Ted Bukovsky:
Next time shit before you sign in. Shit! Sign in! In the car!

George Kuffs:
Am I gonna be tested on this later?

Ted Bukovsky:
Now, if I'm gonna be killed on the job, it's gonna be by a fucking bullet, not a fucking bus. Now turn this fucking car around and let's get back on your fucking patrol.

George Kuffs:
You may have a limited vocabulary, Ted.

Ted Bukovsky:
Fuck you!

George Kuffs:
What can they possibly see in a man who dresses that badly?

Mrs. Carlton:
Is he... dead?

George Kuffs:
God, I hope so.

Maya:
What happened here?

George Kuffs:
Termites.

George Kuffs:
Dear Maya, I'm sorry about the other night. Love and kisses to all your pink parts. - George

George Kuffs:
You hired me to protect your interests and I fully intend to do that. You see, I also have a deal with Mr. Chang and, right now, you're on his property, that's why I have to ask you to leave. You see, if Mr. Chang were on your property and he was leaning on you, I'd ask him to leave, and then if he didn't do it fast enough, I'd pull my gun out of it's holster, just like this, and shout, 'Do we have an understanding or do you want to see if you can breathe through your forehead?'