Sean Archer: Any word from the LAPD intelligence? If there is such a thing?
Loomis: Not yet, sir.
Sean Archer: Of course not, because we’re a covert anti-terrorist team that is so secret, that when we snap our fingers, nothing happens.
Castor Troy: I hate to see you leave, but I love watching you go.
Dietrich: No more drugs for that man.
Castor Troy: It’s like looking in a mirror. Only…not.
Castor Troy: Wheeeeeeee! What a predicament!
Jamie: Daddy! You are not respecting my boundaries.
Castor: There’s gonna be some changes around here. Papa’s got a brand new bag.
Sean Archer: This is between you and me. Leave them out of it.
Castor Troy: No. Sean. “You” should have left them out of it. Your son was an accident. I wanted to kill you. But, you took it so personally. Why couldn’t you blame yourself or let it go?
Castor Troy: Why couldn’t you just kill yourself or let it go?
Sean Archer: No father could.
Castor Troy: No brother could either.
Tasha: Neither could a sister.