The Ref1994

Lloyd:
Why don't you just give yourself up?

Gus:
What'd you say?

Lloyd:
Well, you're not going to kill an entire family. It's over. I mean, you're not the type. You're a thief, not a killer. That's obvious.

Gus:
I hate guys like you. You know? With your Jeep Grand Cherokee's and your nicaraguan maids and your ping-zing golf clubs. Every goddamn thing in the world handed to you. I mean, what f***in' purpose do you people serve?

Lloyd:
You're a criminal. What possible purpose could you serve?

Gus:
F*** you, Lloyd! I work for a living, okay? I have a skill. I'm in the game pal. What do you do except take up f***in' space?

Lloyd:
If you're so skilled, what are you doing stuck here?

Gus:
Let me tell you something. I could break into any house, anywhere, anytime. Take whatever I want. In and out in ten minutes. No prints, no evidence. Nothing. If what's-his-name hadn't installed that f***in' road runner booby trap I'd be in Jamaica by now.

Lloyd:
Mmm, I'm impressed.

Gus:
Nah, you people don't get impressed do you? Huh? Life just bores the sh*t outta you people. Well, I'm sorry. We don't all have rich mommies and daddies we can live off of or open restaurants when we get bored playing tennis.