Xavier, "You just gotta be the pessimist all the time, don't you? Little Miss Gloom and Doom. Well, fuck you. You were there, you were both there with me... and read my lips, we all go down together. I fry, we all fry..."

Amy, "Blow it out your crusty rectum, loser. We don't know you, we barely just met you, and we certainly don't like you. You're fucking crazy and... and... you're ugly besides."

Jordan, referring to the chopped off guy’s head, and how he was talking with blood in his mouth, "His fuckin head... it was in the relish 'n' onions 'n' it was takin'..."

Xavier loops his arms around both Amy and Jordan's necks in a twisted, muscular, sexual clench. Menacing and extremely seductive at the same time. A pact. With the bloody money gripped in his vise-like hands. "We are up to our blowholes in trouble, compañeros. But we're in it together." Amy and Jordan trade nervous glances. It's all so totally unreal, like a shared bad dream they'll wake up from soon. They both look at Xavier who has this very disturbing smile spreading over his face. "All for one and one for all."

Amy, suddenly realizing, "Hey. Gimme my fuckin' wallet back."