— You're on your own.
— Appreciate it. It's good to have friends.
Now you know what I do for a living. I'm not perfect, but you should have waited. I was worth it.
— Are you crazy? You could have killed me!
— You're welcome.
— Are you hit?
— Yeah, twice.
— Better you than me.
— You're not that fast any more.
— The only thing faster is lightning.
— We'll see.
— Bullets go faster than blades.
— Listen, that girl wasn't your type. Her loss, right?
— I should have broke that bastard's jaw.
— Maybe you were lucky.
— He could have broke yours.
— Impossible.
— You know, Christmas, I understand, but let's just say you were with her for a couple of hours, and it's nice, and it's hot and heavy, but after that, think about it. What do you do for the rest of the day? She probably did you a favor. Now you have more time to feel sorry for yourself.
— You're a bleak bastard.