Ray Liotta: Dorothy Macha
Macha : You got a big mouth on a small head, sunshine.
Macha : So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then feed him to his own gun?
Macha : What? He missed? Sorter never fucking misses.
Macha : What is this? Where were security?
French Paul : They gased them. We found them tied up.
French Paul : 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.
Macha : Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?
Macha : What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?
Macha : Paul?
French Paul : Not usually, no.
French Paul : Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.
Macha : No, Paul. You're wrong.
Macha : Try again.
Macha : You stupid motherfucker.
Macha : Jesus Paul! Why don't you just fucking rape me?
Macha : The consequences can... kiss... my... black... ass!