Marty: So how long have you know Meurice?
Debra: About ten years.
...
Marty: So what're you doing tonight?
Debra: Going out with Meurice.
Marty: Tell him you have a headache.
Debra: It'll pass.
Marty: We don't seem to be communicating--
Debra: You want to hustle me. I don't want to be hustled. It's as simple as that. Now that I've communicated, why don't you leave?
Marty: I own the place.
Debra: Christ, I'm getting bored.
Marty: I'm not surprised, the company you've been keeping the last ten years.

Marty: What were you drinking, Debra?
Debra: Remy.
Marty: You've got a very sophisticated palate.
Debra: Thanks.
Marty: Give Debra here another drink, and give me the usual.
Debra: What's a palate? [she smiles]
Marty: Listen, I got tickets for the Oilers and the Rams next week in the Astrodome. Ever sat on the fifty yard line?
Debra: I don't follow baseball.
Marty: [laughs] You won't have to. I'll explain what a palate is.
Debra: You won't have to. I just wanted to see if you knew.

Marty: You know in Greece they cut off the head of the messenger who brought bad news.
Visser: Now that don't make much sense.
Marty: No. It just made them feel better.
Visser: [laughs] Well first off, Julian, I don't know what the story is in Greece but in this state we got very definite laws about that. Second place I ain't a messenger, I'm a private investigator. And third place--and most important--it ain't such bad news. I mean you thought he was a colored. [He laughs] You're always assumin' the worst.

Meurice: Howdy stranger.
Ray: Meurice. Sorry I didn't show last night.
Meurice: Wasn't too busy. You missed a good one, though. This white guy walks in about one o'clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics... I tell him to get lost, but Marty's sitting here listening and I can tell he's thinking that maybe it ain't such a bad idea.

Meurice: Marty...I thought you were dead. Going home?
Marty: No. I think I'll stay right here in hell.
Meurice: Kind of a bleak point of view there, isn't it Marty?
Marty: Meurice...I don't want that asshole near my money. I don't even want him in the bar.
Meurice: We get a lot of assholes in here, Marty.

Ray: [answering phone] Hello.
Marty: Having a good time?
Ray: What? Who is this?
Marty: I don't know, who's this? [pause] You still there?
Ray: Yeah, I'm still here.
[Marty hangs up]
Abby: Ray?
Ray: Yeah.
Abby: What was that?
Ray: Your husband.

Ray: Am I fired? You wanna hit me? What?
Marty: I don't particularly want to talk to you.
Ray: Well... if you're not gonna fire me I might as well quit.
Marty: Fine. Suit yourself...Having a good time?
Ray: I don't like this kind of talk.
Marty: Then what'd you come here for?
Ray: You owe me for two weeks.
Marty: Nope. She's an expensive piece of ass...You get a refund though, if you tell me who else she's been sluicing.
Ray: I want that money. If you wanna tell me something, fine--
Marty: What're you, a fucking marriage counselor?
[Ray smiles]
Marty: What're you smiling at--I'm a funny guy, right, I'm an asshole? No, no, that's not what's funny. What's funny is her. What's funny is that I had you two followed because, if it isn't you, she's been sleeping with someone else...What's really going to be funny is when she gives you that innocent look and says, "What're you talking about, Ray, I haven't done anything funny." ...But the funniest thing to me right now is that you think she came back here for you--that's what's funny...Come on this property again and I'll be forced to shoot you...Fair notice.

Ray: I just wanted to let you know that everything was all right. I took care of everything. Now all we have to do is keep our heads.
Abby: What do you mean?
Ray: I know about it, Abby. I went to the bar last night.
...
Abby: Well... what happened?
Ray: I cleaned it all up, but that ain't important. What's important is what we do now; I mean we can't go around half-cocked. What we need is some time to think about this, figure it out. Anyway, we got some time now. But we gotta be smart.
Abby: Ray--
Ray: Abby, never point a gun at anyone unless you're gonna shoot him. And when you shoot him you better make sure he's dead because if he's not dead he's gonna get up and try and kill you. That's the only thing they told us in the service that was worth a goddamn--Where the hell's my windbreaker?
Abby: What the hell happened, Ray?
Ray: That ain't important. What's important is that we did it. That's the only thing that matters. We both did it for each other...That's what's important.
Abby: I don't know what you're talking about.

Ray: I think someone's watching.
Abby: [turning on the light] So what'll they see?
Ray: Just leave it off. He can see in.
Abby: If you do anything the neighbors'll hear.
Ray: You think...Abby. I meant it... when I called.
Abby: I love you too.
Ray: Because you're scared.

Ray: Is Marty here?
Meurice: Not here tonight. Wasn't here last night. He's especially not back in his office.
Ray: Thanks Meurice.
Meurice: For what?

Ray: Why d'you wanna leave all this?
Abby: You kidding? I don't wanna leave all this, I just wanna leave Marty.

Visser: [about a photo of Ray and Abby] I know a place you can get that framed.
Marty: What did you take these for?
Visser: What do you mean? Just doin' my job.
Marty: You called me, I knew they were there, so what do I need these for?
Visser: Well, I don't know... Call it a fringe benefit.
Marty: How long did you watch her?
Visser: Most of the night...They'd just rest a few minutes and then get started again. Quite something.

Visser: Anything else?
Marty: Yeah, don't come by here any more. If I need you again I know which rock to turn over.
Visser: [laughs] That's good... "which rock to turn over"... that's very good...Well, gimme a call whenever you wanna cut off my head...I can crawl around without it.

Visser: I'm supposed to do a murder--two murders--and just trust you not to go simple on me and do something stupid. I mean real stupid. Now why should I trust you?
Marty: For the money.
Visser: The money. Yeah. That's a right smart bit of money.

Visser: Something I got to ask you, Marty. I've been very very careful. Have you been very very careful?
Marty: Of course.
Visser: Nobody knows you hired me?
Marty: Don't be absurd, I wasn't about to tell anyone. This is an illicit romance--we've got to trust each other to be discreet. For richer, for poorer.
Visser: Don't say that. Your marriages don't work out so hot. How did you cover the money?
Marty: It's taken care of. The less you know about it the better. I just made a call about that. It'll look fine.
Visser: I must've gone money simple. This kind of murder...it's too damn risky.
Marty: Then you shouldn't have done it. Can't have it both ways. Count it if you want.
Visser: Nah, I trust ya. [shoots Marty]