"I'm not complaining. Gives me a chance to catch up on some hobbies."
"Frank, you have hobbies?"
"That don't involve killing someone?!"
"I should have known that trying to have a grownup conversation would be too much for you."
"Shit man, like what?"
"No, seriously, I want to know."
"Look, seriously, you blew your chance. Lets get these gas-filled balloons stapled so we can get the hell out of here."
"I still say the little robots will come clean it all up when we are done."
"For the last time Eddie, this isin't a fucking movie. Get a move on, or I might accidentally throw one of these."
"These are hard times Frank, when a hit man has to stoop to arson."
"Beats doing the fucking tax prep sheets. I don't even want to know what those will be like this year."
"Yeah, Skinny Ed was telling me that accounting got outsourced after last year."
"Motherfuck! To where?"
"India I think."
"Great, so now it will be even worse."
"The only sure things in life are tandoori and taxes."
"You are so lucky we are out of balloons."