Me, Myself & Irene

"[When a guy throws a cigarette butt onto the ground] Well fuck my ozone."

"Im not leaving till the morning, but you know the rules when I go: no bitches after eleven."

"That was me. Yeah, big deal. The guys got his glassjaw."

"Just because I rock doesnt mean Im made of stone."

"I got no beef with you. This is between me and the kid."

"Yeah, shes pretty much screwed. Come on, Ill buy you a beer."

"Charlies like origami, he folds under pressure."

"[A beginning montage of Charlie/Hank is riding his patrolbike] Meet Charlie. Helpful dad. Upstanding citizen. And an 18 year veteran of the greatest law enforcement agency in the land, The Rhode Island State Police. Thats Charlies home. Modest like the man. Even though he lived on the water, Charlie wasnt much of a swimmer. Which will come into play a little later in our story. But im getting way ahead of myself. You know maybe its best if we just go back and beging at the beginning."

"[Driving while singing along to The Dwarve’s MotherFucker song on the radio with Irene paranoidly recoiled as far as possible from him in her seat holding a lawn dart as a potential weapon] Im a Motherfucker! Im a Motherfucker! Im a [repeatedly] Mo... [glances over at Irene looking paranoid] Whoa, whoa, whoa. [Turns off radio] Whats the buzz? Tell me whats happenin."

"This is my body! Do you understand that? Im calling the shots from now on, Hank. I dont need you to fight my battles for me. If you back down from something this important, youre nothing at all. YOURE NOTHING AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

"Hi, ladies. My name is Charlie Baileygates. Would you like to see my weasel?"

"Its funny how a man reacts when his heart gets broken. Some break down and cry like a baby. Others, they take out an Uzi and climb a clock tower."