Me, Myself & Irene

Hank:
Still wanna skip-rope in the street?

Little Girl:
I'm gonna tell my daddy on you, Charlie!

Hank:
Wrong answer. And the name's Hank, fuckface.

Charlie:
Alright, Hank, truce?

Hank:
For now, f***er.

Charlie:
Hank, we're shot.

Hank:
Come on, you p*ssy. It's just a flesh wound.

Charlie:
[seeing Lieutenant Gerke in the road] Oh, sh*t!

Hank:
Don't worry about him. [runs over Lieutenant Gerke]

Charlie:
Hank, what have you done?! Oh my God!

Hank:
Don't you just love it?

Hank:
What the hell are you still doing here?

Charlie:
You can't just throw me away, Hank. We're in this together.