To Live and Die in L.A.

Ruth Lanier:
How much do I get for the information I gave you on Waxman?

Richard Chance:
No arrest, no money.

Ruth Lanier:
It's my fault he's dead? It took me six months to get next to him. I got expenses, you know.

Richard Chance:
Guess what? Uncle Sam don't give a sh*t about your expenses. You want bread, f*** a baker.

John Vukovich:
I don't know, why you running?

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
How you making it?

Carl Cody:
Like every other swinging dick in this place makes it. Day by motherf***ing day.

Richard Chance:
I wanna get Rick Masters.

Carl Cody:
I've taken four falls, I've never ratted anybody in my life, and I've had plenty of chances, believe me.

Richard Chance:
Masters is your friend. I don't blame you, I would never hang up a friend. Anybody who would is a piece of sh*t. Thing is, your friend tried to have you iced.

Carl Cody:
That doesn't mean I'm gonna roll over and play informer. If you're looking for a pigeon, go to the park.

Jeff Rice:
You still driving that piece of sh*t?

Max Waxman:
I am straight with Masters. I would never f*** with Masters.

Jim Hart:
I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

Jim Hart:
Shitbag.

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
Buddy, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Terrorist:
I'm ready to die!

Richard Chance:
Nobody's gonna die.

Terrorist:
Death to Israel and the enemies of Islam!

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
First you rip me off, then you set up Carl, now you want to f*** my lady?

Max Waxman:
Oh, man. She came on to me, man. I swear it.

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
Oh, what a tragedy. I want my 600K.

Max Waxman:
I didn't have anything to do with getting Cody set up...

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
Do you know that your house is under surveillance? Do you know you're living like a f***in' animal in the zoo?

John Vukovich:
But you can't get involved, right?

Bob Grimes:
Not directly.

John Vukovich:
What would it cost for your indirect involvement.

Bob Grimes:
$50,000.

Bob Grimes:
I know it's a tough call, but it's one you're going to have to make rather quickly.

John Vukovich:
I can't hand out my partner. I can't do it, even if I have to go to the joint.

Richard Chance:
If I was one of your a**hole cronies, you'd be spread-eagled on your desk to do this for me!

Judge Filo Cedillo:
Don't say something you'll regret later.

Bob Grimes:
I don't have a lot of time. I'm in the middle of a trial.

John Vukovich:
What kind of trial?

Bob Grimes:
It's a dope case. Client got busted smuggling fifty pounds of cocaine. I should be able to get him off, though. Seach warrant's weak.

John Vukovich:
Weak?

Bob Grimes:
Color of the house is listed as brown in the warrant, when in fact it's beige and yellow.

John Vukovich:
You should be ashamed of yourself.

Bob Grimes:
I don't make any apologies for being an attorney. If I didn't accept the case, somebody else would, without a doubt. Without a doubt.

Judge Filo Cedillo:
If this prisoner escapes from custody, I'll make you testify in open court about how he made a fool out of you.

Richard Chance:
I'm gonna bag Masters, and I don't give a sh*t how I do it.

Bianca Torres:
I love the rain.

Max Waxman:
Yeah, it's groovy.

Ruth Lanier:
What would happen if I stopped giving you information on Masters?

Richard Chance:
Why?

Ruth Lanier:
I'm just curious.

Richard Chance:
I'd have your parole revoked.

Richard Chance:
You know what this is?

Thomas Ling:
What's the game?

Richard Chance:
It's no game. Just walk.

Thomas Ling:
Why?

Richard Chance:
Why? Because if you don't, I'll blow your f***ing heart out.

Richard Chance:
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Thomas Bateman:
You must be a mind-reader. I was just going to call you. I have decided to let Vukovich work with you.

Richard Chance:
Do I have a choice?

Thomas Bateman:
Oh, is there someone else you'd prefer? You're welcome to fill out a Form 19, and list all the reasons you'd rather not work with him. Your info would be strictly confidential.

John Vukovich:
It's a crime scene, buddy. The book is evidence. What if the cop remembers it's missing?

Richard Chance:
Sh*t. The rookie couldn't remember what he saw. He wasn't in there long enough.

Jeff Rice:
Next time, there'll be no f***-up.

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
What next time?

Jack:
Die, motherf***er!

Rick Masters:
You have my word you won't have to do the whole nickel.

Carl Cody:
What does that mean?

Rick Masters:
Grimes is the best lawyer in the state. It'll either be an appeal bond or a sentence reduction.

Carl Cody:
And the check is in the mail, and I love you, and I promise not to come in your mouth...

Jeff Rice:
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Rick Masters:
Hello Jeff.

Jeff Rice:
What are you doing in my crib.

Rick Masters:
You sent two a**holes to do Cody and they blew it. I paid you half, I want it back.

Jeff Rice:
Yeah, well uh... I'm trying to get that money back myself. I had to front the whole purchase to get my people to do their thing. So I ain't got any more.

Rick Masters:
Well, then uh... you better try and sh*t 40 grand, because I ain't leaving without it.

Jeff Rice:
I owe you Cody. Next time there be no f***-up.

Rick Masters:
What next time? He's in protective custody.

Jeff Rice:
Hell, protective custody don't mean sh*t to me! The man's dead.

Rick Masters:
In a pig's ass!

John Vukovich:
We got an FBI agent killed. You hear that?

Richard Chance:
What do you want me to do about it, John?

John Vukovich:
It's just a matter of time before they f***in' identify us. They got a good look at us.

Richard Chance:
A face is bullshit without a name.

John Vukovich:
They got a make on the car!

Richard Chance:
Look, they would have sent it out over the teletype if they had anything. They're grabbing at sh*t.

Rick Masters:
I want my paper, Jeff. I can't afford to have it circulating right now.

Jeff Rice:
I told you I don't have it.

Rick Masters:
Get it. You broke your contract with me Jeff. Now, I don't know whether you're into it but you're gonna have to suck on this until you give me back my paper!

John Vukovich:
So now you want to commit a robbery?

Richard Chance:
I wouldn't call it that.

John Vukovich:
What would you call it?

Richard Chance:
Taking down a douche bag who's trying to break the law.

Richard Chance:
[to Vukovich] You ain't my partner! You ain't even my f***ing friend. In fact, let me give you a little piece of advice: you better get your ass into protection, baby! Because you ain't sh*t on the streets! You understand that? You ain't got the nuts! Kiss my ass! P*ssy motherf***er!

Eric 'Rick' Masters:
Everybody knows Rick Masters won't go near a job without front money. You should also know that I never f***ed a customer out of his front money. I've been coming to this gym three or four times a week for five years. I'm an easy man to find. My reputation speaks for itself. The fact is that if you can't come up with the front money you're not for real.

Carl Cody:
[about Max Waxman] He's a lying son of a b*tch! He's probably the motherf***er who did me. He ratted me to the feds. I'll kill him when I get out! I'm gonna give that f***in' scumbag a serious headache. May God strike me dead if I don't waste him.