Tweedle-Dee:
Turn around, console jockey.

Lenny:
Only a pro should even dream about doing what you want to do.

David:
That's why I'm talking to you.

Sylvia:
Are those Zeiss?

Lenny:
The one and only. Perfect 20/20 vision, low-light and thermoptic modes, integrated targeting system, GPS and satellite uplink.

Sylvia:
Wow. You can kill people and check your email all at the same time. That's really something.

David:
You know what the problem with daughters is, Winston? Sooner or later, they always end up getting fucked.

Winston Heinrich:
You're sitting in corporate territory now, Mr. Sands. And in this little piece of the world, the law begins and ends with me. Do not try my patience.

Sylvia:
This isn't aspirin. It's Chronotin. Father Time. The anti-aging drug? I looked last night.

Lenny:
So what do you want? Your junior detective badge?