First Snow

Vacaro:
I saw... no more roads. No more tomorrows. Not much time left.

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.

Vacaro:
One thing is certain... you will be safe until the first snow.

Jimmy:
Do you want to like get some ice cream or something?

Deirdre:
How old are you, 13?

Ed:
[getting out car] Remember the redhead, the one who was at the end of the bar?

Jimmy:
She's in the trunk?

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 f*** 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?

Deirdre:
Somebody's casing the joint.

Jimmy:
Nah, it's probably one of those Autodialers. Lowest form of organic life, a Telemarketer.

Jimmy:
I could have been a highway statistic yesterday, and you're giving me sh*t.

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:
F*** 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.

Ed:
Don't snow the snowman.

Vacaro:
Your fate lies on whatever road you take. Even if you choose to run from it.