Frank's Back in Business

Bring in... the warthog.

Charlie:Hey, Frank, how do you know that these are crow's eggs?

Frank:Because I saw a crow.

Mac:Oh, boom, 24 hours is up. The found wallet is ours. Let's pop this bad boy open and see what we've won. Mr. Brian LeFeve from Quebec, you lose.

Mac:Oh, shit. Is that Canadian? Ah, throw it in the trash.

Dennis:I'm not gonna throw it in the trash. Might be worth more than ours.

Frank:Charlie can't read. He'll adapt. He'll adapt to reading?

Dennis:What are you gonna do if he comes looking for it?

Mac:Uh, tell him to suck a boner.

Mac:Free shit, free shit. Jesus Christ. Act like you belong here.

Mac:All right, I'll run the op. This the only entrance and/or exit, therefore if somebody comes in, I will spring off the balcony to safety.

Mac:Dennis, if I had a gun with me, I'd be spraying bullets into the air as I fell.

Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, hi... It's nice to finally put a face to the name.

Mac:Vic Vinegar, bodyguard. I don't shake, so don't even try.

Frank:Also, there are too many minorities and women working here. What's up with that?

Frank:Let me ask you a question. Did I just do your job for you?

Employee:Uh, I-I guess so.

Frank:You're fired.

Dee:I seen better-looking moose turds in Rick Moranis' backyard, ya hosers.

Dennis:This is about the thrill of wearing another man's skin. Feeling his innermost wants and desires and being in control of his every single move.

Dennis:That's how you get off. Now don't you guys want to get off with me?

Frank:Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, we don't build anything. Leave that to the Chinks.

Frank:No, I want to eat sushi off of some Jap broad's tits.

Mac:Um, bodyguards. What about bodyguards? Training bodyguards, putting them in a facility and... What about them? Oh, what about a resort?

Masseuse:I was told there'd just be one, but I can take both of you. Might get a little sore, but I'll manage.

Dennis:That's your goddamn problem, pal, you don't know your limits 'cause you're not willing to push yourself.

Mac:I know my limits! This is my limit.

Charlie:Brian LeFeve. Who? Brian LeFeve.

Frank:The wallet they found?

Charlie:Holy shit!

Charlie:What are you talking broken English for? I thought they could understand me better if I...

Charlie:You bring us a great honor to join with us, and we have many a naked woman and the fish of pleasure for you...

Charlie:There's been an abundance of crow eggs all around Philly. And crows seem to be getting bigger. By the year and the day, even.

Frank:You're fired... You keep talking about products and quality and making things... You're out.

Mac:Fight Milk! The first alcoholic, dairy-based protein drink for bodyguards... By bodyguards!

Charlie:I drink it every morning so I can fight like the crow.

Mac:Well, that's not Brian LeFeve! This is Brian LeFeve.

Charlie:This guy here... He's like, 'Dude, get a fingerprint.' And I heard, 'Get a fingertip.' And I chopped his finger off really quick

Dennis:Just a couple of people who totally got off, bro.

Dennis:Just a couple of people who totally got off, bro.

Mac:You did?

Dennis:Mm-hmm, yeah.

Mac:Big time, yeah.

Dennis:Some women just don't know how.

Dee:What?!

Dennis:I don't know what it is. Sometimes it's only the guy who gets off.

Dennis:Some women just don't know how.

Frank:I stripped the company, sold it to the Chinks, and they shut it down. In a sense, you're all fired.

Frank:I stripped the company, sold it to the Chinks, and they shut it down. In a sense, you're all fired.

Charlie:I thought you loved the company.

Frank:I do. But not more than money.

Frank:I do. But not more than money.

Frank:Speaking of which, tell me more about this Crowtein.