The Whole Nine Yards

— Who are you going to believe? A contract killer or your wife?
— Do I have to answer that?

It's not important how many people I've killed.
What's important is... how I get along with the people that are still alive.

— Why did you kill him?
— Well, I had to kill one of you.
— Well, then you definitely made the right decision.

I can't believe you people. You are calmly talking about the murder of a beautiful innocent woman whose only crime is that she married you, Jimmy. So you know what? Not gonna listen to this anymore. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna go.

I can't think of nothing finer than a fine, naked woman holding a gun.

— All right, look, I've got a deadline. I'll come by your hotel room as soon as I'm finished. In the meantime, promise me you won't do anything stupid.
— Now, why would you even say that?
— You married Sophie, didn't you?

— You're a dentist?
— Afraid so.
— You suicidal?
— See, now, why would you say that?
— I once read that dentists are prone to suicide.
— Look, Jimmy, I may hate my life, but I certainly don't wanna die.
— You better get used to it because you're going to. Everybody dies. Sooner or later. Tulip?
— No!

— Aren’t you gonna cry out for help?
— Would it do any good?
— No.

— Promise me something.
— Anything.
— You'll go slow.
— I haven't made love in five years.
— Neither have I. I've been married.