— Who are you going to believe? A contract killer or your wife?
— Do I have to answer that?
— Why did you kill him?
— Well, I had to kill one of you.
— Well, then you definitely made the right decision.
— All right, look, I've got a deadline. I'll come by your hotel room as soon as I'm finished. In the meantime, promise me you won't do anything stupid.
— Now, why would you even say that?
— You married Sophie, didn't you?
— Honey, I'm just trying to...
— Drive me insane.
— You're a dentist?
— Afraid so.
— You suicidal?
— See, now, why would you say that?
— I once read that dentists are prone to suicide.
— Look, Jimmy, I may hate my life, but I certainly don't wanna die.
— You better get used to it because you're going to. Everybody dies. Sooner or later. Tulip?
— No!
He's a little upset. I've managed to upset a mass murderer.
— And why does my ass hurt?
— You fell down the stairs.
— You like living in Canada?
— No, I live here with my wife.