- Virus: [speaking rapidly, pointing gun into mirror] You laughin' at me, huh? Huh? You laughin' at m- What am I, a clown? Do I amuse you? I'm what, I'm funny now? Huh? You must be laughin' at me; I don't see anybody else around here!
- Patty: You're mixing your movies, dipshit.
- Virus: What?
- Patty: You're mixing your movies.
- Virus: No I'm not.
- Virus: [back to mirror] How the *fuck* do I amuse you, huh?
- Patty: That's Joe Pesci.
- Virus: No, Pesci wasn't in Taxi Driver.
- Patty: That's what i'm saying. You're mixing your movies.
- Virus: No I'm not.
- Patty: [disgusted] Whatever.
- Virus: "Whatever." Good response; I guess you win.
- Gun Expert: Y'know guns are what made this country great. Don't you agree?
- Sarah: [noncomittal shrug]
- Gun Expert: C'mon. Feel one.
- Sarah: Well... I'd rather not; I don't believe in guns.
- Gun Expert: Well ya know, you don't know what it's like until you... you touch the love shaft of Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.
- Sarah: Actually, being a girl, it's all right for me not to be into guns.
- Gun Expert: Whatdya mean, "being a girl"? That's all the more reason ya need one - all these crazies in the streets! You wanna be raped?
- Sarah: [instantly shakes head rapidly]
- Gun Expert: No. Then you carry a gun.
- Virus: Hey, I got one for ya. If you had to blow some guy, who would it be?
- Jimmy: Excuse me?
- Virus: Say you have to blow some guy, who would you pick?
- Jimmy: I don't have to blow some guy.
- Virus: Yeah I know you don't have to, but if you did, who would it be?
- Jimmy: I try not to entertain that thought, and I don't think it's healthy when you do it.
- Virus: C'mon, entertain it for a second; they got a gun to your head.
- Jimmy: Well, if they got a gun to my head, odds are I'll be blowin' one of them.
- Virus: You're missing my point.
- Jimmy: Your point? I didn't realize there was a point.
- Virus: Forget about it. All right?
- Jimmy: Nah- All right. Who are they - friends of yours?
- Virus: No.
- Jimmy: This doesn't make any sense.
- Virus: I don't know. Look, they're just guys, all right? They're like bored frat guys, they're out on a drinking binge looking for something to do, and somebody gave 'em a gun.
- Jimmy: I give up. Who do I want to blow?
- Virus: I dunno.
- Jimmy: See? Neither do I.
- [last lines]
- Phil Phillips: [counting cash from Uncle Lou] I think he might be short.
- Uncle Lou: It's all there! It's all there.
- Phil Phillips: [rapid] Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute.
- Frankie C.: Are you... a little short.