Sol

— I ain't fucking buying that.
— That's handy because I ain't fucking selling it. It's a fact.

— Will he be all right?
— I hope not.

— What's that?
— This is a shotgun, Sol.
— It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
— I want to raise pulses, don't I?
— You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.

— Oh, is that him?
— I don't know. How many fingers did he have?
— I'm sorry, I didn't get the binoculars out in time.

— Give me the stone.
— It's in the case.
— What? [takes out his earplugs]
— It's in the case!
— You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.
— The only man who knew the combination, you just shot.