J.T. Barker:
I know that. I just don't wanna split *my* 152 dollars 4 ways...

Karen McCoy:
You didn't load the gun?

J.T. Barker:
You told me to buy it, not to load it.

J.T. Barker:
Do you think that jerk Roy do a better job raising your boy than you?

Karen McCoy:
At least Roy is his father. At least he has a chance of a normal life with him...

J.T. Barker:
Normal? What's not normal about getting on an airplane with your mam and go down to Rio with 3 million bucks?

J.T. Barker:
How many of these creeps have you got in your life?

J.T. Barker:
That's right she's your mama. You're her son. We're rich. Let's go to Rio.