まい：Everything's fine, Just calm down.
さむ：No, I don't think I will.
You know what kinds of people they ferry around
on secret planes in supermax custody?
People with forked tongues, Mike.
People with hair on their palms.
Maybe you want a closer look at this monster,
but I say it's time to walk away.
まい：Gilroy's doing this with or without me.
We can't stop him until we know how he's pulling it off.
さむ：Well, you know what they say about holding a snake by the tail, Mike.
まい：I think it's a tiger by the tail, Sam.
さむ：Yeah, well, either way, you let go of it before it eats your face off.
こー：So I'm in a tiny little jam. I say to myself,
"Coleman, if you need a hard-core, bad-ass chick
well, bud, there's only one lady to go to."
Fiona Glenanne.
さむ：”Lady's" a bit of a stretch.
こー：I'm sorry. Who are you again?
ふぃ：Oh, he's just my gofer.
He cleans my guns, fetches my dry cleaning.
さむ：What kind of job we talking about here?
こー：You know, you're awfully chatty for the help.
ふぃ：Yes, he is.
Be quiet while the grown-ups are talking.
まで：Brought some chicken soup for Fi.
Don't worry. I didn't make it.
まい：She's resting.
さむ：Drink?
まで：Yeah. Don't go easy on me.
I ran out of cigarettes on the way over.
