[while staying over at Raquel’s apartment]
let me ask you a question: what do you think Steven would do if he found out about David?
I mean screwing around is second oldest reason to kill someone.
Oh really, and what would be the first?
[raises a glass]
Get your stinking hands off me, you damn dirty human!
You cry when we fuck, you pasty little bitch!
[to Harper, while arguing with Cathy]
Can we have a… a-a-a minute, please ?
No, you can’t.
I would like to talk to Jack alone.
This is geopolitics. It’s not couples therapy.
Planning on stealing something?
No, ma’am, we’re not.
Plan on murdering me in my sleep?
[on his sexuality]
I’m a giver… not a receiver… I am NOT a FAGGOT
What are we, fucking Vikings?
[after he realises that the key is stolen]