- Zac: [Cheryl is sat tied and gagged with a strip of black duct tape in the barn] Cheryl, I've got no beef with you, yeah? Your miles from no place, there's no point screaming your tits off. You're on your Han Solo, yeah?
- Cheryl: [Cheryl nods her head. Zac rips the duct tape off her mouth] Who the fuck do you think you are? There I was, minding my own fuckin' business, waiting for a cab and you assholes... .
- Cheryl: [Zac duct tapes Cheryl's mouth shut, gagging her again. He waits for a few seconds for her to calm down before ungagging her] And where are my Menolos?
- Zac: Your what?
- Cheryl: Do you have any idea what they cost? A small fortune, that's what! And we're talking US dollars here
- Zac: Who's Manolo?
- Cheryl: Shoes!
- Roc: She's fucking with us
- Cheryl: Fucking with you? Huh, Christ, give me a shotgun and I'll stick it so far up your ass and... .
- [Having heard enough, Zac sticks the duct tape back over Cheryl's mouth]
- Cheryl: Hey, boys - in Jersey, we hang you by the balls for kidnapping
- Roc: I'm going to cut her.
- Cheryl: Oh, yeah? Thin rope around your private parts, throw you off the fire escape, not a beep before slack and there goes your dick. Forget concrete shoes - that's old school. Now we hold you down, get a horse needle and inject your heart with anti-freeze. Put your head in a pool, filled in till your guts come out your mouth. Pop your eyeballs out with a soup spoon.
- [Roc vomits]
- Cheryl: Oh, he's going to need to replenish.
- Zac: What?
- Cheryl: Electrolytes. Gatorade's good, not Red Bull - that's just loaded with caffeine.
- Cheryl: Okay, so here's the scenario. Have you ever heard of the Pilano family?
- Zac: No.
- Cheryl: Well, you shoulda. My brother Jimmy - he's an expert in family matters.
- Zac: What, a lawyer?
- Roc: Who cares. Not scared of no fuckin' lawyer.
- Cheryl: Oh, yeah, tough guy? My brother ices people and dumps them in the East River - no teeth, no fingertips.
- Roc: Bullshit.
- Cheryl: Bullshit, is it? Please yourself, tough guy. He'll be here the day after tomorrow. You guys ever watch the Sopranos?
- Cheryl: Can you give a ride to a police station?
- Jay Jay: Why? What happened? What happened to you?
- Cheryl: Please, just drive. I was kidnapped.
- Jay Jay: Kidnapped?
- Cheryl: Please, just drive me to a police station.
- Jay Jay: Okay, everything's cool. Why do you reckon they wanted you?
- Cheryl: It's always about the money, isn't it? The bastards... My fiancé plays for the rugby league
- Jay Jay: Makes the big bucks, huh? Have I seen you somewhere before?
- Cheryl: Yeah, maybe - magazines and stuff. You know, "Her Weekly".