- Lloyd Hansen: Normally at this point in the night, I wouldn't be sticking around. With the house lights about to come on, I'd find a desperate, ugly chick to lick my wounds and split. But you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning, and now I just don't think I can walk away. Guess what I'm thinking right now...
- Six: That you've over shared.
- Suzanne Brewer: Lloyd, please, pull everyone out now.
- Lloyd Hansen: Extra ten million to the first guy to put a bullet in this Ken doll's brain.
- Six: [fleeing without one shoe] What size shoe are you?
- Lloyd Hansen: Why? You want my foot in your ass?
- Fitzroy: When I get up out of this chair and walk out of this prison, you'll walk with me.
- Six: Who are you, my fairy godmother? No offense, I thought you'd look different.
- Fitzroy: I may be, we'll see.
- Six: What's the catch?
- Fitzroy: You work for us.
- Six: Who's us?
- Fitzroy: The CIA. We're gonna train you to kill bad guys. And since you've already killed one, it shouldn't be too difficult.
- Six: What make you think I wanna do it again?
- Fitzroy: You seem like the type. You'd be part of an elite unit, the Sierra program. You'd exist in the gray.
- Six: Disposable?
- Fitzroy: I've studied your case. I know why you pulled that trigger. I would've done the same thing myself. Now, I'm here to help you become a value-add instead of a value lost. So why don't you take all the pain or whatever the hell got you here, turn it around, and make it useful?
- Six: How long do I gotta work for you?
- Fitzroy: Let's just say you'd be indefinitely useful.
- Suzanne Brewer: [shots him in the thigh] Relax, you'll live. I just need you compliant.
- Six: [groaning] Can I comply over there?
- Six: You must be Lloyd..
- Lloyd Hansen: What gave it away?
- Six: The white pants, the trash 'stache, it just... it leans Lloyd.