The Perfect Host

Warwick Wilson:
[threatened at knifepoint] You can't kill me, I'm having a dinner party.

[from trailer]

Warwick Wilson:
Lighten up, John! It's a party.

[from trailer]

Warwick Wilson:
One, two, three, CONGA!

[from trailer]

Warwick Wilson:
Is everyone not enjoying themselves?

John Taylor:
[tied to a chair, in an empty room] I can't speak for everyone here, but I'm having a great time.

John Taylor:
Why can't you just let me go?

Warwick Wilson:
You're my guest. And I'm glad you're here. But you have no one but yourself to blame.

[first lines]

Thief:
[with gun] Open the register!

Warwick Wilson:
[showing his photo album] Now don't you fret. There's a place for you on every page.

Warwick Wilson:
Don't thank me, John. You make things very entertaining.

[last lines]

Warwick Wilson:
Oh and Ben? You drink red or white wine?

Det. Morton:
Oh. Red.

Warwick Wilson:
Fantastic.

Warwick Wilson:
It's a cheeky drop.