- Kim Bentley: I can't do it, Lance... I mean, I may be a hooker, but I'm not a hitgirl.
- Lance: It's time you graduated.
- Annette Ingersoll: [Kim drives her car perilously close to Annette and Kevin, who jump out of the way] She's a piece of shit! How'd you ever go around with a piece of shit like that?
- Kevin: She's just trying to prove something, okay? Don't let her bug you, huh? C'mon, let's go.
- Annette Ingersoll: She's proving something alright. She's proving she's a piece of shit!
- Kevin: Annette, will you forget about her already?
- Annette Ingersoll: Okay, but she's still a piece of shit.
- Tony: Look honey, I got to know what your action's like, I mean if it's no good, I can't sell a bad piece of ass.
- Kim Bentley: Oh, my action's good. It's *real* good.
- Kim Bentley: You know, I don't know if he was more terrified of dying, or disappointed because he couldn't grab a handful.
- Kim Bentley: [Pushes Tony's hand away] The grass, Tony. How much?
- Tony: Twenty bucks.
- Kim Bentley: Twenty bucks? What do you think I am, the late Howard Hughes or something?