My name is... Teddy Raymond, and I'm pretty nervous. Actually, I'm scared to death, but I guess we all have fears. <...> Then there's the fear of failure, of not, living up to your expectations of yourself, of not being who you want to be.
— Excuse me. But I used to work in a bar, so I know what it's like to wait on people. And I want to tell you that the service here needs immediate improvement.
— What do you mean?
— What do I mean? Our waiter, where is he? Don't tell me he's still in the bathroom. He never came back to see if we wanted anything else. He never brought us our check. We wanted our check so we could get the hell out of here. Here. This should be sufficient. And don't be expecting a tip.
— If you don't treat me good, I won't ask you out.
— And your beer tastes like piss.
— We know! Because we piss in it! That's not all. Bad beer, bad service. Don't they know not to come in?
It's a lonely thing, killing a man. Once you start, once you kill somebody someone cares about... pulling that trigger becomes a way of life. You pull that trigger, you start to build a wall of corpses around. The higher you stack 'em, the safer you feel. So you just keep pulling that trigger. Bang. Bang. Bang. It's a cold world, Evelyn. But at least I know how to stay warm in it. Scotch is far easier, trust me.
— I wish only to have my dream girl. Poets would call her "the only one".
— Or rappers would call her "yo, bitch".
— So where are we going?
— The Valley of the Dead.
— The Valley of the Dead? Nobody goes to the Valley of the Dead! That's why they call it the Valley of the Dead!
— Live free.
— Die well.
You could teach a dog to walk on its hind legs. It's still a dog.
Save what you can of your life. Look at me. Dan't lose it all just because you've lost a part.
— There are scientists that worked their whole lives for this. People more qualified.
— And less connected. Don't be naive, son. It's the way the world works. You have to seize an opportunity when it presents itself.
— Well, how do I know you're an angel?
— What, aside from the fiery entrance and the expansive wingspan? You want more proof? Fine. How about tequila?
— Where the hell are we?
— Only place you can go for a good tequila. Dos tequilas, por favor, and an empty glass.
— We're in Mexico?
— Actually, we're in the franchised Mexican eatery down the street from your apartment but it's impressive nonetheless.