Nicky: Look at you, Mr. Crowder. You’re a well-dressed man, you’ve got a sense of style. You’ve got your shirt buttoned all the way up to the top. I’ve got to ask – where did you get all those teeth?
Boyd: Courtesy of the American taxpayer while serving our great nation in Desert Storm.
Nicky: Man, I love the way you talk. You use forty words where four will do. I’m curious – what would you say if I was about to put forty bullets through that beautiful vest of yours?
Boyd: What’re you waiting for?
Nicky: Oh, you’re cool, huh?
Boyd: I tried to keep it to four words, if you’ll allow the contraction as one.”
“The first thing we’re gonna do is acknowledge that this guy is awesome. He shoots Theo Tonin, fakes his own death in a spectacular fashion, pushes a guy out of an air plane WHILE HE’S FLYING IT, and parachutes into Harlan county with enough coke and cash to jump start the economy of a small country. And then, he has the BALLS to get a job in law enforcement, not once, but TWO TIMES! He spends a couple of days riding around with you while you’re looking for him. And now he’s run off with a hooker that’s half his age. That’s some bad ass shit.
That’s pretty badass.””