- Pismo Boll: It's only a matter of time... get in bed with the devil... sooner or later you have to fuck!
- Michael: What happened last night?
- Alex: What do you mean?
- Michael: The last thing I remember is we were driving around Patterson's neighborhood. And I go into the office today and find out that he got beat up. And I'm standing there in the middle of everybody with dried blood all over my hand. Did we go to Patterson's last night?
- Alex: Yes. We went to Patterson's.
- Michael: I mean, I didn't hit him, did I?
- Alex: You didn't just hit him. You beat the shit out of him.
- Michael: What the hell were you doing?
- Alex: Holding him down.
- [Michael looks frantic]
- Alex: Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anybody.
- Michael: *Tell* anybody? Jesus Christ, this guy is a colleague of mine!
- Alex: Oh, don't worry about him! *He's* not gonna tell anyone. He knows you'd kill him if he did.
- Michael: Wait a second... kill him?
- Alex: Yeah. And if you didn't, I would. Told him that this morning... when I went to get the donuts.
- Michael: Get out.
- [Alex continues eating donuts]
- Michael: GET OUT!
- Alex: [last words] I didn't make you do anything that wasn't in you already. People are such hypocrites. They walk through their whole lives playing innocent to the day they die, but they're not innocent. I showed you that. That's why I killed Claire, Mick.
- Michael: My name is Michael.
- [pauses]
- Michael: Did you get that?
- Pismo Boll: [pops up with a camera] Every word.
- [suddenly slips]
- [Patterson discovers his section report is missing]
- Patterson: Will you gentlemen excuse me for one moment? Right back.
- [Leaves meeting and walks up to Michael]
- Patterson: What have you done?
- Michael: What do you mean?
- Patterson: Oh, you know damn well what I mean. There are batting averages in my section report.
- Michael: Batting averages? That seems strange. Are you sure they're not batting champions?
- Patterson: I'm in a meeting, you swine, with Howard and two penchant funders. Where's my section report?
- Michael: Where's my schedule 47?
- Howard: [walking up from behind] Patterson, is everything alright?
- Michael: Yes, Howard, fine.
- Howard: Michael, I heard something was wrong with your schedule 47. Not true is it?
- Michael: I don't know, I mean everything's all, you know, set, ready to roll.
- Howard: Good, because so are we.
- Patterson: Yes Howard, one moment.
- [Howard walks away]
- Patterson: Look, I'm not admitting to anything, of course.
- Michael: Of course not.
- Patterson: But, if you get me mine, I can see about getting yours back.
- Michael: [Michael shakes his head]
- Patterson: What do you want?
- Michael: I want you to go down to your office...
- Patterson: I'm in a meeting.
- Michael: Go down to your office, and get my report back online in sixty seconds.
- [Patterson walks away defeated]
- Michael: Hey! You're the guy from the bar, right? The guy with the bottle. Why'd you leave so fast?
- Alex: I didn't wanna stick around for thank yous.
- Michael: Well, thank you anyway. Do you live around here?
- Alex: [smirks] No.
- Michael: Oh... well thank you, anyway.
- [turns to leave]
- Alex: Why didn't you back down?
- Michael: Huh?
- Alex: That guy told you to take a hike. Why didn't you?
- Michael: I don't know.
- [laughs]
- Michael: I don't know. You know that, uh, voice that tells you what to do sometimes? I guess I listened to it.
- [laughs]
- Michael: Ah, that sounds stupid I suppose.
- Alex: [smirks] I'm like that. And I always listen to it. My name's Alex. You wanna get a beer?
- Michael Boll: No, you're gonna die with your mouth shut.
- Alex: Then do it.
- [pauses]
- Alex: You can't... 'cause I never showed you how.
- Michael: [holding a knife to Alex's throat.] You make a funny face when you cum. Did anyone ever tell you that?
- Alex: [Smashes bottle on bar] Let him go.
- Willie, Man in Bar: Yeah, what are you gonna do?
- Alex: Let's find out.
- Alex: Tell me what you want, Mick.
- Michael: Mick?
- Alex: Tell me what you want, and tell me what you're afraid of.
- Michael: Me and this guy Patterson are up for the same position of senior analyst. I want that job. I want that job so bad.
- Alex: Done. Now tell me what you're afraid of.
- Michael: I'm afraid of getting married.
- Alex: That's easy, don't.
- Michael: Yeah, well, I'm engaged.
- Alex: [laughs] Why?
- Michael: I didn't wanna lose her. I'm terrified of getting married.
- Alex: Then drink to it. Make it happen.
- Michael: Make it happen.