- [training McCall as a hostage negotiator]
- Kevin McCall: I'm Officer McCall, I'm unarmed, just want to make sure everybody gets out of her safely.
- Scott Roper: Okay, stop right there. Close your eyes.
- Kevin McCall: Okay.
- Scott Roper: Now tell me what you see.
- Kevin McCall: [keeping his eyes closed] I see a scumbag behind the counter with a sawed-off, nine-millimeter tucked away in his waistband. There's a female hostage down in front of the cereal rack with a red polka-dot dress. Another hostage three feet to her right, with blue jeans and a checkered shirt. A male hostage down, green shirt, white pants, in front of the candy rack. There's a female scumbag behind me with a gun tucked away in her shirt, trying to pass herself off as a hostage. And there's a special on toilet paper, four for $1.29. That's a lot of toilet paper. Am I right?
- Scott Roper: That's pretty good, you got good eyes.
- Kevin McCall: You like that?
- Scott Roper: Very impressive.
- Scott Roper: [seeing the old red truck provided by the police department] Aww, c'mon man! Who am I? Red Fox? I can't roll in that shit!
- Michael Korda: You know, there's a saying in Naples: When you think you're fuckin' them, they're fuckin' you.
- Kevin McCall: I've got two words for you: seek help.
- Scott Roper: And I've got two words for you: exacta.
- Scott Roper: [Trying to open an impound car, talking about his ex-girlfriend] She's going out with some baseball player called Greg Barnett.
- Lt. Sam Baffett: Damn that boy can hit... and throw... and run...
- Scott Roper: [pissed off at Sam's comments] Damn... why don't you just get some pom poms and start yelling Greg... Greg... Greg. Fuck him!