Kevin
Dunne: Terri likes to talk to me during sex. Last night
she called me from the hotel.
'Ricky' Santoro: It isn't lying! You just tell them what
you did right, and you leave out the rest!
Julia: Look, I'm sorry. Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if
you're sorry? Julia: What are you mad at me for? Rick Santoro:
Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this
problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just
fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something
that I don't wanna do. Do you I understand, I do not wanna
do this!
Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking
your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number
cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
Rick: I'm betting that the redhead you followed is the same
person who told Tyler to throw the fight. She's one. Shooter's
two. Tyler's three. The drunk who shouted the signal is
four and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five.
Five people make a conspiracy, right?
Commander Kevin Dunne: How's Angela? 'Ricky' Santoro: Fat,
fabulous, fantastic--I love her. Commander Kevin Dunne:
How's the other one--what's her name? Candy? 'Ricky' Santoro:
Oh, Monique? Skinny, mean, expensive--I *LOVE* her!
[Points at the bodyguard's hand on his arm] 'Ricky' Santoro:
See where your hand is? That's a felony.
