: Hey, dick-face. You seen my dog?
: Have you tried the lobby?
: [about the Nightstalkers attack] We got caught with our pants down.
: Pants down? They pretty much fucking ass-raped us!
[Jarko punches King]
: Ooh, gonna be sorry you did that.
: Why? Nobody's coming for you, King-shit.
: Sure they are. [in pain]
: God! See, one of the things you fuckheads need to know about us Nightstalkers is that when you join our club, you get all sorts of groovy door prizes, and one of them is this nifty little tracking node surgically implanted in your body. [all laugh]
: Bullshit.
: Yeah, see, when one of us goes missing the others, they just dial up the satellite... which is in space. And then presto. Instant cavalry. [all clap]
: You like that, huh? [laughs, then to Asher]
: Go fuck your sister!
: [about his vampire Pomeranian] Precious, isn't he?
: Well, that depends who you ask. Because clearly, this dog has a bigger dick than you.
: And when the fuck did you see my dick, fuck-face? [he kicks Hannibal in the face]
: Ow! [points at Danica]
: I was talking to her!
