- The Rumble: The money plane has you covered. You want to bet on a dude fucking an alligator... Money Plane.
- The Rumble: Are you really fucking with me right now? Are you fucking with me?
- Jack Reese: You think you're badass, yeah? The criminals on this plane would eat you alive. On this plane, you're a dime a dozen, Colonel.
- The Rumble: I don't give a fuck who's on that plane! I'm the baddest motherfucker on the planet! I am Darius Grouch III, The Rumble, and I am taking down the Money Plane!
- [slams hand on table with each punctuation]
- The Rumble: Now BRING! ME! MY! MONEY!
- Ivan Vitali: Now that is a *smooth* take-off.
- The Concierge: Much obliged. We employ the finest pilots in the world. I know because I myself, am a pilot.
- The Concierge: I'm your concierse.
- [he mispronounces concierge]
- The Concierge: And I'm here to facilitate your every desire for action and speculation.
- The Concierge: Don't worry you'll be reinvested for any lost funds... how a bet on how long it takes for Darius to be found