- Jimmy: [opening monologue] This road you're on... you put yourself on this road... on this exact night. Who chose this? A man makes his destiny, right? Nothing makes the gods laugh harder.
- Jimmy: Listen, the target, in my mailbox - Lopez may not be the guy
- Ed: Really? Wow, sorry.
- Jimmy: Yeah, I think it's a Valentine from an old buddy, who just got paroled from Creekmore.
- Ed: So you're gonna go down there and fuck with him, like you did Lopez? That worked out really well.
- Jimmy: No, no, he's not gonna know I'm there. It'll be, err, reconnaissance.
- Ed: Reconnaissance? Oh, what are you, a Navy Seal?
- Jimmy: I could have been a highway statistic yesterday, and you're giving me shit.
- Deirdre: You drive too fast, and you're always on the stupid phone.
- Jimmy: Oh damn, you look good.
- Deirdre: Jimmy, don't. I'm showing a four bedroom.
- Jimmy: All I said is you look good.
- Deirdre: Yeah well you say that.
- Jimmy: I was thinking, that split second before I almost became road meat...
- Deirdre: Fuck you, don't even joke.
- Jimmy: ...How I would miss the smell of your hair. The soft curve of your neck. How I might check out without touching my angel one last time.
- Deirdre: You thought all that in one second?
- Jimmy: Yeah.
- [begins kissing her neck]
- Deirdre: It's amazing, this guy still thinks he's getting laid.