Character: Michael Bryce

- I have the job for you. The object over there.
- What the hell?..
- Stop, Kincaid is your object of protection.
- If I have to protect him, then Interpol screwed up again. And you're suggesting to forget that he had tried to kill me? Twenty-seven! Twenty-seven times this asshole tried to kill me! Twenty-se... Twenty-eight!!!

- I had to protect you from danger.
- Hahaha, don't be ridiculous, asshole. I am the danger...

In jail you'll be the guru, to which inmates would go to for advice.

- When a life is turned around backwards - tear that ass up!
- You're really a great philosopher.
- Yes! So it and beautiful - life!
Yes... Life... is Rarely out of shit get something good. But I have to fuck her does not work, usually... I usually have the opposite.
- You're a jerk! No need to seek an explanation for every fucking occasion! Okay? Some things happen for no reason!

I was ready for anything!
Bryce, you cannot be prepared for everything! Life let us blood, okay? Apply a bandage and hobble on.

If life turned you ass - fuck her.
- Most importantly, time before she leaves you a pile of shit.