Lonely Street

Felicia:
Jesus! It really is you.

Mr. Aaron:
I'm not Jesus. But I appreciate the comparison.

Bubba Mabry:
The King's phone number! That's going in my Roladex under "K"... for Awesome.

Mr. Aaron:
I didn't hire you because I thought you'd make a good patsy after losing a fight to some pipsqueak. I hired you because I thought you were a stand up guy who'd do his job and keep his mouth shut even if it meant getting scraped up a bit. You disappoint me, Bubba.

JG:
Drop the canon, Dirty Harriet.

Bubba Mabry:
That's why it pays to have friends in low places. Like these two skanks. I figure I'll pay them to soap up the windshield of these two knuckleheads and I'll skip out. Then by the time they're wiping crabs off their eyebrows, I'll be long gone.

Bubba Mabry:
Sounds like you got it all figured out.

Jerry Finkelman:
Sure! Bring me any celebrity who people thinks been dead: Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain. That's major league coin, baby!

Det. Romero:
So you were hired to tail this guy and you just left.

Bubba Mabry:
Well, I had to change my shirt.

Det. Romero:
Blood stains?

Bubba Mabry:
[shakes his head] Cheese.

Rodent:
What did you do, Bubba? Win a makeover on Queer Eye for the P.I.?