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Monroe: Typhus? I don’t know whether to kill these guys or send them a fan letter.
Miles: Yeah, let’s do the first thing.
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Oh, that’s nice Rachel, we’re gone a week and your Dad switches sides again.
Wow, your boss has really nice taste. It’s like Donald Trump threw up on Scarface.
Monroe: What was I supposed to do? He’s my son.
Miles: Oh shut up, you've been his Dad for five minutes, and all of sudden you’re Cliff Huxtable?
Monroe: What? You've got something to say? Say it.
Rachel: I have to help you find your son after you killed mine.
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Well, congratulations, you've made to Mexico now go enjoy the Mexican Dream.
You brought my kid down here Miles? This is nice. What’d you do, buy him a handjob and an eight ball?
- Permalink: I’m Batman.
Monroe: I did the best I could.
Miles: Well, your best sucks.
- Permalink: Well, your best sucks.
Better having bad luck than no luck at all.
- Permalink: Better having bad luck than no luck at all.
[to Miles] I know your dirty little secret.
- Permalink: I know your dirty little secret.
Monroe: You know, you never did tell me.
Rachel: Tell you what?
Monroe: How the lights went off in the first place.
- Permalink: You know, you never did tell me. Tell you what? How the ligh...