- Deborah: [Last Lines] Hey Baby, you know it's funny. Even though I heard it so many times in the court case, I still can't get used to the fact that your real name is Miles. It's a cool name though. I can think of a lot of great Miles songs. But we still have to get through all those Baby songs first. I can't wait until the day when it's just us, music and the road. See you later Baby. All my love, Debora.
- Deborah: Sometimes all I want is to head West on 20 in a car I can't afford, with a plan I don't have, just me, my music, and the road.
- Buddy: Bats, you are fucking crazy.
- Bats: When your folks name you Bats, you're gonna end up crazy.
- Buddy: I don't doubt that you're crazy, but your real name is not Bats.
- Bats: So says you.
- Darling: You think my real name's Darling?
- Buddy: Yeah, or Buddy? No, they're nicknames. Code names. Monikers.
- Bats: So what's your real name, Darling?
- Darling: Monica.
- Nice Lady Teller: That your boy?
- Baby: Sure. Yeah, he sure is.
- Nice Lady Teller: How old is he?
- Baby: Four.
- Samm: Eight.
- Baby: They grow up so freakin' fast, don't they?
- Buddy: You doubt our credentials?
- Bats: Wall Street, right?
- Buddy: Doc tell you that?
- Bats: Doc didn't tell me shit. Just a educated guess from an uneducated man.
- Buddy: Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the matter.
- Bats: Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like "work hard, play harder." But you play a little too hard. You rack up debt. The type of debt that'd make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favourite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things: money, sex, drugs, and action.
- [pause]
- Bats: Oh shit, that's four. Am I close?
- Doc: Wow. I just drew a whole goddamn map in chalk while we've been standing here squawking. That's pretty fucking impressive, right?
- Deborah: [Baby is sitting at a table in a diner when Debora, a waitress, notices him]
- Deborah: So are you starting your day or did you just get off?
- Baby: They call; I go. You know?
- [Instantly, Baby's phone buzzes on the table which he catches without looking]
- Deborah: So what is it you do?
- Baby: I'm a driver.
- Deborah: Oh, like a chauffeur? Anyone I'd know?
- Baby: I hope not.
- Deborah: What is your name?
- Baby: Baby.
- Deborah: Your name's Baby? B-A-B-Y Baby?
- Griff: Got to hand it to you, totem pole, you're either hard as nails or scared as shit. Which one is it?
- Bats: You're a good driver. You're a bad liar, though. In this business, the moment you catch feelings... is the moment you catch a bullet.
- Buddy: You did good kid. But you took something away from me that I love. You know I gotta do the same.