- Chuck Bidally: What are they saying? Huh?
- [as Chapel listens into with a bug to his targets across the room]
- Mr. Chapel: Well, Chuck, these guys make the slime in a dump seem like Holy water. All I can think of is: how much I love my job.
- Chuck Bidally: Hey man, ah, these are from Samantha's description. Their names are Aaron W. McClane, captain, Fort Bragg. I was in the army myself and I know his type; a real piece of work. I, ah, have been watching him long enough to ID his best buddy Jesse Fisher. Jesse was the driver. McClane did thee actually, ah...
- Mr. Chapel: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Chuck Bidally: Well, anyway, I-I know, you know, I did you that favor and you're out of my life and all that. Ain't no way I can come up with that million dollars. I want these guys whacked.
- Mr. Chapel: Can't do it.
- [shaking his head no]
- Chuck Bidally: If you could just see what they did to her. If you knew what it was like to watch a woman die from the inside...
- [speaking of his friend who was brutally raped]
- Mr. Chapel: I do know. I've seen it.
- Chuck Bidally: Oh, pretty nifty work there, kiddo. He was out cold and you still managed to get thee, ahhh...
- Marian: What we professionals call a "Clinton corsage".
- [after handing Chuck a specimen jar]
- KC Griffin: You mean he actually thinks he hired you? Like he's a regular client?
- Mr. Chapel: Well, he thinks he's innocent; that's the funny thing about people. Everybody thinks they're the good guy. They're just waiting for somebody to come along and agree with them.