Seth: What did I tell you? What did I say to you? I said, “Buy the road map and leave.”
Richie: What the fuck am I supposed to do, Seth? He recognized us.
Seth: He didn’t recognize shit.
Richie: Seth, I’m telling you, the way he looked at us–you, especially–I knew he knew.
Seth: Low profile. Do you understand the meaning of the words “low profile”?
Richie: “Hey, Richie, how’s your hand?” “It hurts like a fuckin’ son of a bitch!”
Seth: Let me tell you what “low profile” is not.
Richie: “Thanks for askin’!”
Seth: It is not taking girls hostage. It is not shooting police. It is not setting fire to a building.
Richie: Bitch, bitch, bitch.