- Frank Ryan: [addressing his all-female team] Murder, blood and paranoia are gonna make fine company where you're going. 'Cos ladies, you're going to Hell! My job, and I hate it, is to train you as a team. You gotta look good, move well and kill quick. You're a bunch of amateurs with a few special skills. And I hope to God that when the time comes and I need those skills, you don't let me down. If you do, you won't be coming back. I'm your life insurance. I'm also holding your money 'cos ladies, this job is C.O.D. And one more thing, I don't like working with women.
- Prison Guard: Gisele Sivi! One of these days, you'll oil your body and wrestle with me.
- Sivi: You're not even in my league, shitface!
- Prison Guard: You're lucky you have visitors around. But they can't stay forever. When they leave, you come to my room and I'll put out my cigarette on your nipples.
- [Sivi spits on the floor by way of response]
- Prison Guard: .
- Frank Ryan: Either you go on a little Mediterranean cruise with us -- dance a little, kill a little, have a barrel of fun -- or every camel jockey from here to Mecca's gonna be blowin' smoke up your pretty ass.