Sharlto Copley credited as playing...
- Harry: Hey, I like your cardboard armor.
- Vernon: It's protection from infection.
- Vernon: Justine... How are you, doll?
- [plants a kiss on her hand]
- Vernon: As gorgeous as ever! Well you've uh put on a bit of weight. Did someone impregnate you?
- Justine: [calmly] Fuck off.
- Vernon: Good, there is still a chance.
- Stevo: What the fuck is that accent?
- Vernon: Check out the merch.
- Justine: That's not what he ordered.
- Vernon: Fuck me...
- Chris: He ordered M-16's. Different weapon.
- Vernon: I'm not driving a fucking pizza delivery service!
- Martin: Keep your shit together.
- Vernon: You want the weapons? Or you don't want the weapons?
- Vernon: The suspense is killing me, what did Steven do?
- Harry: That fucking junkie came on to my cousin last night at the Harlequins. And when she wouldn't suck his fucking dick, he bottled her.
- Justine: You've got to be kidding me!
- Vernon: What!
- Harry: I'm serious as fucking cancer. She's scarred, man, permanently, and she's 17.
- Vernon: Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon?
- Gordon: It's unfortunate, but it's true. The place erupted like fucking Vesuvius, man. There's not a stick of furniture left in the place. For real.
- Martin: If you were to walk into Harlequins tomorrow night with his head on a fuckin' stick, you'd be a hero, man.
- Ord: Why would you even say that, why would you say that?
- Vernon: What are you doing? You're just making it worse. Everybody, take a chill pill, okay? Just calm the fuck down.
- Vernon: Now listen here. We'd like to leave with our money, and I'm sure you boys would like to leave with the weapons. Okay? This is not good for business.
- Chris: Yeah well, bringing AR-70s to an M-16 deal is not good for business.
- Justine: Neither is bringing a sex pest.
