Made

Ricky Slade:
You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun?

Bobby:
You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night!

Ruiz:
Don't "easy Ruiz" me, you turned an Easter egg hunt into a butt-f***-a-thon.

Ricky Slade:
Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of f***ing money! It's a f***ing lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of f***ing money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me f***ing Fruit-Pie the f***ing magician! Tellin' me that I can't f***ing call my main man Max, who f***ing sent me out on the f***ing operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's f***ing scat all over, they f***ing disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not f***ing looking at me or you're f***ing doing whatever, I've got f***ing Jimmy in the mirror with his sh*t too. It's f***ing coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the f***ing sh*t's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the f***ing dance man, I'm not gonna be f***ing late for the dance on this one.

Bobby:
You're not getting a gun.

Ricky Slade:
We're gonna take a break from you Jimmy.

Bobby:
Could you not do that?

Ricky Slade:
Do what?

Bobby:
I don't want him to think that you're blowing me back here.

Ricky Slade:
You must be the 'Red Dragon'!

Ricky Slade:
Here's what I'm gonna ask of you... We're going to be spending the night in New York, so it worked out well for all of us. I want you to take it back to the business class, I want you to round up a couple of honeys... At our hotel room we're gonna have kind of a pool party. California gangster-style, you know what I mean? Kick ass pool party thing.

Ricky Slade:
Yeah, that's my per diem, and who do I give it to?

Ricky Slade:
Yeah, that's my per diem. So who do I give it to?

Ricky Slade:
OK, Bob, you knocked the Jew's tooth out, right? That's gonna cost Max 8 grand, maybe more than 8 grand. You probably lost him his whole line of clientele too. Plus, you've been f***ing up Jess' dancing. Now I think he knows I sold the f***ing carpet van, he's been giving me looks and sh*t which leads to that, OK? Now he can't kill us in Los Angeles cause there's a lot of questions there right? But all of a sudden he flies us out to New York City to do a drop? We don't know what the f*** the drop is, OK? But if we disappeared out here, there's no f***ing questions involved in that. There's no questions if we disappear. LA, questions, drop out here, not a lot of questions!

Bobby:
How do you come up with this sh*t?

Ricky Slade:
There's a nice way to do that!

Ricky Slade:
Here's 50 bucks, take this in case I get drunk and call you a b*tch later.

Thug:
His gun is a f***ing starter pistol! I can see the red plug in your f***ing barrel!

Ricky Slade:
Listen to me, I intentionally make this gun look that way because I am smart.

Ricky Slade:
Did you just let SCREECH in the f***ing club?

Doorman:
You look big man, you been liftin'?

Dustin Diamond:
Hey thanks, yeah a little bit. I got a 6 pack, started out with a 40!

Bobby:
You're running around like a Puerto Rican on the fifteenth of the month!

Ricky Slade:
What are you an odds maker? You're going to work everyone through this thing here? Let me tell you something, f***o, if that motherf***er right there don't take that knife away from my friend's neck, I'll use all six shots to make sure you're dead. Now do you believe it? Do you f***ing believe it?

Ricky Slade:
Excuse me Honey, umm, where the drinks are concerned, is that a hidden tax? Does that fall under complementary up front service as well or is that something you pay for?

Flight Attendent:
Oh no, no, they're complementary. Would you care for another one?

Ricky Slade:
They're complementary?

Flight Attendent:
Yes.

Ricky Slade:
You bet your ass I would.

Ricky Slade:
Hey Jimmy, you got my pager number?

Jim the Driver:
No, what is it?

Ricky Slade:
I don't know, I was kinda hoping you knew.

Ricky Slade:
You got an ash tray? How about an ash tray? Can I color me that?

Chloe:
Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade:
Isn't what fun?

Chloe:
Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade:
What? Isn't WHAT fun?

Chloe:
Painting. Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade:
Oh yeah... I love it.

Bobby:
A**hole-ay.

Ricky Slade:
Did you hear that? What do ya think of that? Huh?

Ricky Slade:
And I hope you know frogs aren't purple, you ever seen a purple frog?

Ricky Slade:
Oh yeah? When? When you where asleep?

Ricky Slade:
Well, that's one way to deal with people...

Ricky Slade:
A lot going on. But there always is, isn't there? A lot going on.

Ricky Slade:
F***ing embarrassing - gotta ride around town on a motorcycle with a guy who doesnt have a f***ing shirt on.

Bobby:
Suck it up.