[hitman from the BMW opens the van's left door. John opens the other van door and yanks the hitman through] These doors are handy.

You looked like Christmas morning.

Your aim's as bad as your cooking sweetheart... and that's saying something!

[after firing a rocket launcher] We should so not be allowed to buy these.

I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

Does that include weekends? [when asked how many times they have sex]

Web of lies!

We have an unusual problem here, Jane. You obviously want me dead, and I'm less and less concerned for your well-being.

[after his wife checks his crotch for a weapon] That's all John, sweetheart.