Julian Noble:
Margaritas always taste better in Mexico.
Danny Wright:
They certainly do.
Julian Noble:
Margaritas and cock.
Julian Noble:
I'm as serious as an erection problem.
Julian Noble:
Sorry about the cock thing, it's kind of a conversation stopper.
Danny Wright:
[
after just learning Julian lied about having a wife] I mean, what else is a lie?
Bean:
Are you even an assassin?
[
trying to convince Danny to help him on a hit]
Julian Noble:
Come on! It'll be a good time!
Danny Wright:
Oh, so now killing people is a good time?
Julian Noble:
...Can be.
Julian Noble:
[
after flirting with some Mexican schoolgirls] I hate these Catholic countries. It's all blushy-blushy and no sucky-fucky.
Julian Noble:
I am a big fan of the "Everybody's got to pee" theory of assassination.
Julian Noble:
I look like a Bangkok hooker on a Sunday morning, after the navy's left town.
Julian Noble:
I wouldn't do that for all the teenage twat in Thailand.
Julian Noble:
Just consider me the best cocktail party story you ever met.
Julian Noble:
I need a break. There's no retirement home for assassins is there? Archery at four. Riflery at five.
[
a tree crashes through the kitchen as Danny and Bean make love on the table]
Danny Wright:
Still horny?
Julian Noble:
Yeah, whatever, goodbye, scoodoodle!
Ten Year Old Boy:
See you, would'nt wanna be you.
Julian Noble:
Smell ya, shouldn't have to tell ya.
Julian Noble:
Danny, Danny! Danny with the large white fanny!
Genevive:
Mr. Noble, how are you today?
Julian Noble:
More importantly, how are you...
[
looks at nametag]
Julian Noble:
...Genevive?
Julian Noble:
An assassin without confidence is a horrible thing to behold. It's like a relief pitcher who fumbles the ball.
Danny Wright:
Please tell me you know you mixed two sports in a metaphor.
Julian Noble:
Huh? Yeah, I can't do that.
Julian Noble:
I want to retire to a beautiful little Greek island, filled with beautiful little Greeks!
Julian Noble:
I'd only be interested in your mother if she lost 20 pounds and 30 years.
Julian Noble:
My handler, Mr. Randy, contacted me the way he always does, through an ad in the International Tribune looking for cat sitters in Bali.
Julian Noble:
I lie when I need to, tell the truth when I can.
Bean:
Aren't we fucking cosmopolitan? Having a trained assassin stay overnight. Letting heartbreaking lies roll over us like a summer breeze.
Bean:
Did You bring your gun?
Julian Noble:
Yes, as a matter of fact.
Bean:
May I see it?
Julian Noble:
Really?
Bean:
Yes, please.
Mr. Randy:
Did you study the assignment?
Julian Noble:
No, I shredded it. Then I humped the bellboy on the room service cart.
Julian Noble:
I didn't mean to weird you out. I was wrong, please. I just get paranoid sometimes. I'm drunk. I'm tired, and I've just been fornicating for the past two hours, and before that I was doing shit - horrible business shit.
Julian Noble:
I'm the relief pitcher in the bottom of the ninth... and I've fumbled the ball.
Hotel Bartender 1:
How you here for business or pleasure, sir?
Julian Noble:
My business is my pleasure.
Mr. Randy:
Goddamn it, Julian, you leave the game, even for a while, I don't know if they'll gonna let you back in. And then what the hell are you gonna do? Waste your days picking up illiterate teenagers for suck-and-fuck sessions behind the Old Navy store?
Julian Noble:
Sounds delightful to me.
Danny Wright:
[
discussing possible escape routes] That door over there, if it weren't locked.
Julian Noble:
A Vietnamese girl I once knew had her legs so locked together I couldn't get a whiff of her spring roll. Two drinks, half a quaalude later, I was at an all you can eat buffet. Every lock can be broken. It's just a matter of will and whether it's worth it.
Julian Noble:
Now, escape routes.
Danny Wright:
Escape routes?
Julian Noble:
Well you don't want to get caught right?
Danny Wright:
Oh, right.
Julian Noble:
Don't get caught. It sucks.
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