Clean

Audrey:
You like my essence?

Maynard Yates:
Yeah, but it's nowhere near as good as the smell of your p*ssy.

Harvey Schreiber:
You ever hear of the Mexican crab? When you put a bunch of them in a barrel and one tries to escape, the rest will grab onto him and pull him back in. No one moves forward. No one gets out. That's celebrity, kid. That's LA.

Gigi:
Hey you, driving the car, what's your name?

Maynard Yates:
Maynard Yates.

Gigi:
Sounds like a poet's name.

Freddie:
Are you packing?

Maynard Yates:
Excuse me?

Freddie:
Do you have a gun?

Maynard Yates:
No.

Freddie:
Why didn't you wait in the car?

Maynard Yates:
Peter thinks I'm Mel Gibson.