You really think I'm...? In the face of all logic, that somehow I decided — me, the partner in a multi-million dollar corporation — that I decided to, what? Turn on you? Join forces with your leptard brother and his syphilitic floozy so that I could turn millions into thousands? What's the math there?Sy
You should think of what you're doing. Man. Alone. In a room full of books. Talking to himself. Or maybe you think I'm your conscience. How's that story? Ghost of Christmas Past? You came back for a reason, I'm thinking. The gun? It's there on the counter. Pick it up, your gun. Now go.Yuri
Varga: How do you feel?
The world is wrong. It looks like the world, but everything's different.Sy
Emmit: Did anyone see you?
Varga: I'm so rarely seen, maybe I don't really exist.
Emmit: There's been an accident.
Varga: Things of consequence rarely happen by accident.
Your brother was killed by his ex-convict girlfriend. He'd been abusing her, you see. Beating her in places you don't show. Tonight, she'd had enough so she cut his throat and watched him bleed. Now, the police will contact you tonight to inform you of his death. Be upset, but not too upset. Volunteer nothing. You haven't seem him for days, haven't spoken to him.Varga
Emmit: I didn't mean to.
Varga: No one ever does.
It's finished, okay? Words said in anger. Crimes committed. We've both done things. It's a certain madness, I think, brotherhood. Buttons you push with me, that I push in you. Grudges. I don't want that anymore. So, I'm giving you the stamp.Emmit
Gloria: I didn't get your name.
A shark in a suit is still a shark.Nikki
Emmit: You know, I was thinking about it on the way over. I can't think of a single person who doesn't like me... Except you.
Ray: That's what they say to your face.