Billy: Then answer the God damn question. Why the fuck haven't you gotten it back for me, friend-brother?
Johnny: One word: business. Like I told you when you were in there, or were you so busy playing holier-than-thou you started believing your own bullshit?
Billy: GET! MY! BIKE!
Johnny: What am I!? YOUR FUCKIN DOG!?
Brian: Please Johnny, I'm bagging yo-
Johnny: (points a pistol at Brian's head) SHUT UP BRIAN! For once in your life do NOT be a pussy!... (ready to pull the trigger) YOU GOTTA TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!
Johnny: I like you, Ray. Still keep your humor in the midst of an almighty fuck-up. See you around.
Ray: Who do you think you're bullshitting?
Johnny: A bull shitter. [laughing with Jim]
Lawyer: You better have a good lawyer, pal.
Johnny: Yeah? Well, in my books, the only good lawyer is a dead one.
Lawyer: Uhh... okay?
Johnny: Put the brakes on your case against Dave Grossman or you'll be one good fucking lawyer, dude.
Johnny: (shooting) Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Johnny: Good. Hey, let me ask you something... Do you really enjoy life?
Leavis: I don't really know what you mean, sir.
Johnny: I mean, does serving all these rich morons, you know... smell of money and all that stuff, you know, does that make you happy?
Leavis: Yes, sir, something like that. And tell me, sir, are you happy? I mean, has giving the man the, err, finger, really satisfied some inner urge within you, sir?
Johnny: Well, I think what I've learned is that there's always a man, dude. He just wears a different uniform.
Johnny: Nothing like selling some dope to let you know your alive!
Johnny: (yelling at Trevor) We all get high! WE ALL GET HIGH!.. But that don't make it right!
Johnny; (shooting) I DON'T CARE IF I DIE!!