"I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline."
"That's how I roll."
"Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder."
Ron: Um, Brick, before I let you go, are you still having your celebrity golf tournament?
Brick: Um, no, no. Too many people died last year.
"Just take it easy, Champ. Why don't you stop talking
for a while? Maybe sit the next couple of plays out. You know what I mean?"