- Sam Silver: Nothing wrong with the dark - you spend half your life in it - trouble is, most people keep their eyes closed.
- Sam Silver: 'Round here, drinks and friends are hard to come by. Better not to turn one down, ya know what I mean?
- Franklyn Carlysle: What do you do?
- Sam Silver: Well, I like to think of myself as a missionary.
- Franklyn Carlysle: Missionary of what?
- Sam Silver: [Lights up cigarette] Enlightenment man.
- Cynthia: Hi there. Here you go.
- [Serves the two men their drinks]
- Franklyn Carlysle: [Notices that one of the drinks is bubbling hot] What is that?
- Cynthia: Well you said that you didn't want it cold, and it was cold... so I nuked it in the microwave. Is it okay?
- Sam Silver: [Takes a drink from the bubbling hot wine] Perfect!
- Franklyn Carlysle: Wine. Blood red. Blood warm.
- Sam Silver: [Puts cigarette out on hand] You do know my weakness.
- Franklyn Carlysle: [Comes home and sees Mitch and Saundra having sex on the dining room table, drops lamp] Hi honey. I'm home.
- Mitch: [Zips his pants up] Ah, ah, councilman! Ha, ha, ha.
- Saundra Carlyle: Franklin, you were supposed to call!
- Franklyn Carlysle: Gee I'm sorry, I forgot! All's fair in the lobbying game eh Mitch?
- Franklyn Carlysle: Oh Jesus Christ!
- Sam Silver: [Still handcuffed to pole, arms above head] Speaking of which, get me down will ya!
- Franklyn Carlysle: [Speaking to himself while driving to prepare for talking to Lynne] Lynne, we have to talk. You and I are, no. No. Lynne last night was wonderful... but it shouldn't have happened. No. Lynne, we have to talk. I must ask for your discretion in the matter concerning, oh pfff. Lynne, you're the best fuck that I've ever fucking had in my entire fucking life, but I'm fucking married and I'm a fucking city councilman so don't fucking tell anybody! Oh jeez. Great Carlyle the honest approach... mmmmm.
- Det. Ludlow: [Handcuffs Sam to a pole, and looks around for Franklin, realizing that he's lost him] Son of a bitch!
- Sam Silver: Close
- Franklyn Carlysle: I don't usually go in for this sort of thing.
- Sam Silver: Nothing to brag about, anybody can be a pussy.
- Franklyn Carlysle: What do I want to do?
- [laughs]
- Franklyn Carlysle: Christ! What can I do? My wife is dead! My political career is destroyed! This dump is gonna stay a dump! And my spotless reputation... history. I can come back. I'd... I... I'll wait until the heat dies down. I can rebuild my career and get a new wife and go back to dealing with... ass-kissers and toties, and people who just want a favor or a job or something.
- [laughs]
- Franklyn Carlysle: Or. Fuck that shit man!