Tony Two Toes: No one fucks with the union!
John: Relax. You've been erased.
John: [to dead alligator] You're luggage!
[John parachutes into a junkyard.] John: Where is this? Little girl: Earth. Welcome.
Robert: John, I don't believe you stabbed me with this cheap piece of mail-order shit!
Tony Two Toes: Those dirty commies! Mikey: They're not commies any more. They're a federation of independent liberated states. Tony Two Toes: Don't make me hurt you, Mikey.
Donahue: We're way beyond bullshit here.
Sal: You think I could hit that guy from here? Johnny C: Give it a rest, Sal. You couldn't hit the fuckin' floor if you fell on it.
Robert Deguerin: You wanna impress me, slick? Do your fucking job!
Priest: The police have returned to the saftey of their doughnut shops.
John: His Colombian associates wanted to introduce him to God personally.
Robert Deguerin: You know, some people take things for granted, like the ability to eat solid food.
Robert Deguerin: Gentlemen, keep your eyes open and your assholes puckered.
Robert Deguerin: I want this town locked up so tight, it'll make his balls ache.