- Diego Garcia: [over walkie-talkie] I can hear the pain in your voice. You're hurting. You're hurting bad. Out-manned, out-gunned. How you really think this is gonna go?
- Riley North: I'm gonna shoot you in your fucking face. And then I'll pretty much figure it out from there.
- Detective Stan Carmichael: How come the feds care about a squirrelly soccer mom?
- FBI Agent Lisa Inman: Didn't she smack you in the head five years ago?
- Detective Moises Beltran: Smacking dumbasses ain't a federal offense.
- Detective Moises Beltran: Don't you look especially pretty this morning. Thanks for showing up.
- Detective Stan Carmichael: I've always been a firm believer in beauty sleep.
- Detective Moises Beltran: [sniffs his spiked coffee then pours it out] Pro tip. Wait until you're dead before you embalm yourself.
- Riley North: Got a car?
- [a clerk nods]
- Riley North: Give me the keys.
- [Clerk hands over keys. Riley drops a wad of money on the counter]
- Riley North: Consider it a rental.
- Riley North: I'm going to burn your house down now, Peg... with you inside of it.
- Riley North: [Sees Peg's car keys. Takes them] Oh, good.
- Peg: Riley. Riley! Get back here, Riley! No!
- Riley North: Stop squealing, Peg. I'm just kidding.
- Peg: Riley!
- Riley North: Hi.
- [pushes gun barrel into his nose]
- Marvin: Oh, God.
- Riley North: I have questions for you. You're not busy, are you?
- Detective Moises Beltran: This isn't where the story ends.
- Detective Moises Beltran: [on Diego Garcia's habit of harsh example making] Chris North didn't even rob Diego Garcia... he just considered it