Fan

Gil Renard:
Don't you talk back to me! You show me some respect! Without people like me, you're nothing! We're the ones that get you your 40 f***in' million!

Bobby Rayburn:
Look, what do you want?

Gil Renard:
What do I want? I want every time they think of you, they're gonna think of me.

Bobby Rayburn:
No, no, don't shoot! He's got my son!

Gil Renard:
Bobby, now do you care? BOBBY! NOW DO YOU CARE? Just a little bit?

Gil Renard:
Lucky tie, Lucky Guy!

Gil Renard:
What's your f***in' problem? Yo'ld busybody!

Gil Renard:
A simple thank you would have been nice.

Lanz:
Now we all get to wear the number, man.

Gil Renard:
You sure I can't interest you in any of this?

Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk:
You got any kayaks?

Gil Renard:
You gotta be outa' your f***in' mind, "kayaks"?

Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk:
I could use kayaks.

Gil Renard:
Stanley, what the f*** do kayaks have to do with knives?

Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk:
Never mind.

Gil Renard:
You f***in' a**hole, "kayaks" you're asking me about, when I'm asking you about knives?

Jefferson Sporting Goods Clerk:
Yeah. Ok, I understand so thankyou for coming in.

Gil Renard:
How about you take some kayaks and stick 'em up your f***in' ass, ya moron.

Juan Primo:
I hope you like it in center field.

Bobby Rayburn:
I hope you like it in left.

Gil Renard:
I never got to show you my best pitch.