- Remy: At the end, a job is not just a job, is who you are, and if wanna change who you are, you have to change what you do...
- Remy: I saw an interview with a serial killer once. Said it took him six years to work up to his first kill. The second, a year. The third, just a week. Once that dam broke, it was a flood. Making people die, it had become second nature. Apparently, it also works the other way round.
- Remy: My job is simple. Can't pay for your car, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your house, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your liver, well, that's where I come in.
- Remy: Jake Freivald kicked my ass in the fourth grade. It wasn't exactly fair, since he was in the fourth grade for the third time.
- Hot Girlfriend: [From the deleted scenes section] Hey repo man!
- [flashing her breasts]
- Hot Girlfriend: Paid in full baby!
- Remy: Almost every job I do ends the exact same way. Some whimper. Some cry. Some even laugh. But in the end, they all do the same horizontal mambo, twitching and thrusting their way into the great beyond.
- [speaking to a family of prospective clients]
- Frank: Frank Mercer, Union Manager. I understand you have concerns. Affordability. It's only natural. First of all, let me just reassure you that our credit department will find a plan that fits your lifestyle. And should you fall behind, there is a three-month grace period. Not until after the sixth day of the fourth month of nonpayment will we retrieve the property, at our own expense, of course, utilizing our skilled and licensed technicians. Now, I'm not sure what you've heard on the 6:00 news, but this almost never happens.
- [first lines]
- Remy: I remember reading about a scientist. He had a thing for cats and boxes. What he'd do is take a cat and lock it in a box. And then, just to make things interesting, he'd also put this machine in there that released poison gas. Now, the scientist didn't actually know when the machine would release the poison and when it wouldn't. The only way he could tell for sure was to look inside the box. Here's the science bit. Until he opened it up, he figured the cat had to be alive and dead. See, if either one was possible, then both had to be possible, too. Ever since I read about that cat, I can't get the story out of my head. Don't get me wrong, I don't give a fuck about the plight of small, furry animals. I just don't understand. How can anything be alive and dead at the same time?
- Remy: Part of me, most of me, doesn't mind too much if this is how it ends. Because it's over anyway.