Lindsey (Nick's neighbor)

— And what happened to your nose?
— I was using it to break some guy's fist.

See, I think people should only fall in love if there's a great story behind how they met. You know, seeing as how you have to tell it over and over again.

— Well, there's this guy and they call him The Boss, right, and then right across the street, there's this man they call The Rabbi.
— Why do they call him The Rabbi?
— Because he's a Rabbi. So now I have to "take out," to use the vernacular, The Fairy in order to scratch a debt that isn't even mine. And if that's not enough, I have 48 hours to come up with $33,000 or The Rabbi's gonna... I don't know who Mr. Smith is. And the worst part about it is I'm not Nick Fisher.
— Ironic.
— I know. I don't even gamble.
— No. I mean the mobster having a gay son. That's ironic.

— Anyway, I have to have my answer to The Boss in the morning.
— What are you gonna say?
— I'm gonna say what any man with two penises would say when his tailor asks him if he dresses to the right or to the left.
— What's that?
— Yes.

— You should run.
— I can't.
— They'll kill you if you stay.
— They'll kill me if I leave.
— Then go to the police!
— These guys buy cops like cops buy doughnuts. This isn't the first time this has happened, you know?
— You mean this isn't the first time a crime lord asked you to kill the gay son of a rival gangster to pay off a debt that belongs to a friend whose place you're staying in as a result of losing your job, your apartment, and finding your girlfriend in bed with another guy?