- Ames: Do you want to tell me why we're here?
- Guerrero: Nope.
- Bartender #2: Sorry, Guerrero, bring-your-daughter-to-drink day isn't until next month.
- Guerrero: Nice one, bro, real zinger. Reminds me of the joke I know about your brother. Carl, right? Drives a green hatchback. The punch line is he drives off a bridge. You want to hear it?
- Bartender #2: What do you want?
- Guerrero: Club soda. And, uh...
- Bartender #2: And what?
- Guerrero: And I can't believe I'm doing this. Open up a tab for her.
- [Ames starts grinning broadly]
- Guerrero: Stop smiling.
- Guerrero: [squinting eyes, walking towards the screen, walking into a chair, he obviously hasn't seen] Who's the dude?
- Winston: You're drunk.
- Christopher Chance: You're not wearing your glasses.
- Guerrero: They fell into a meat grinder. New pair won't be ready until tomorrow.
- Guerrero: [to Ames] Go get my tackle box out of the car. It's in the exceptionally roomy trunk.
- Lawyer: Tackle box?
- Guerrero: Yeah.
- Lawyer: This is... this is crazy! I don't know anything! I am a lawyer at an investment bank, for gods sakes!
- Guerrero: A lawyer and an investment banker? Wow. I'm really gonna enjoy this. Have any allergies I should know about?