James Reese

— You like the fabric?
— I love it. Looks kind of familiar though.
— It should. Their our bedroom curtains.

— Here, I got you a little something to keep you going. Wherever it is you are going.
— Yeah, man. You know I got this sense... that you're going to take your act on the road pretty soon here. Courtesy of the very appreciative
government.

— Oh, you are going down, you are so going down.
— Listen Hoss! Let me tell tell you something. What I actually got about this game, you won't even learned yet.

— What about this? Evidence?
— Evidence my ass. Where we're headed that's better than cash.
— As long as it's all official business, right?
— Well, if you knew this car was a girl name Charlotte.
— Charlotte!
— Yeah.
— Scored some shit at that Chinese restaurant and next thing you know she was overdosing.
— You got me riding in along on some personal off the book job?
— Fuck! yeah it's personal. Trying to take it down to some kid who lost a party.
— Look! I'm sorry about your friend, Charlotte, whoever she is... but if this isn't about national security I'm not going along with this.
— It is when she is the Secretary of Defence’s niece.
— The Secretary Of Defence wants us to shut these guys down, right?
— The whole operation, top to bottom, chef to chief, you got a problem with that?
— Hmm Nope.
— Good.