My worst nightmare? Not even close.
Hey, Quentin. Nightmare’s over.
You want to see something really scary?
Did we ever find out why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don’t think so! See, it’s a lot more scarier when there’s no motive.
You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?
Wow, that was an expensive looking explosion!
Two dollars!
One minute you’re up half a million in soybeans and the next, boom, your kids don’t go to college and they’ve repossessed your Bentley.
Down, down, down and out.
Down, down, down and out.
Do I understand this correctly? I’m being marked down? What is this? The Bargain Basement? [Starts crying] I’ve been kidnapped by Kmart!
Why would I want him killed? He’s my born nephew! I paid to have him kidnapped, that’s all.
So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his fucking dog.
Sir, what happened to your car?
Car 54, where are you?
Dude, where’s my car?
Yeah, but we have an audit here, I just have to know that these vehicles you’re financing with this money, that they really exist.
I’d rather have one of these cars that we made together, by hand. Your guys and my guys, together. You know why? Because those cars stand for something. Those cars stand for something pretty great. I’m proud of those cars. I’m taking one.
It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark… and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hey. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.
I hate to bring it up again, but I spent 3,000 dollars on that seeing eye dog…