An old flame discovers her ex-boyfriend from the past is a relocated FBI informant out to stop the bad guys.

Rick Jarmin: I haven't had a girlfriend for 5 years.
Marianne Graves: Really?
Rick: Yeah - Mr. Wiggly's been on bread and water for 5 years.
Rick Jarmin: That ought to cover the damages.
Raun: What damages?
[Rick rides a motorbike through the closed salon door]
Marianne Graves: Feels familiar doesn't it?
Rick Jarmin: I thought you didn't remember.
Rick Jarmin: You come to Detroit and you rent a Beamer? That's like going to Germany and eating Jimmy Dean sausages!
Rachel Varney: I'm engaged to be married.
Rick Jarmin: Well, flagellations.
[Repeated line]
Rick Jarmin: This can't be good for you.
Marianne Graves: What are you doing here?
Rick Jarmin: I missed you. Now hop on...
Rachel Varney: Are you sure about that?
Rick Jarmin: When you've got a knife up my ass, I'm sure.
Marianne Graves: I need a bed. I need a bath. I need a massage. I need a manicure... I need my therapist.
[A motorcycle cop flips over his handlebars head first into concrete being laid]
Workman: What are you doing with your face in my sidewalk?
Rick Jarmin: What the hell are you doing here?
Marianne Graves: Me? What the hell are you doing here?
Rick Jarmin: Being shot in the butt.
Rick Jarmin: What does it matter to you - you're happily married?
Marianne Graves: I'm not.
Rick: Not happy?
Marianne: Not married.
[In an airplane.]
Rick Jarmin: Put you head between your knees.
Marianne Graves: [doing so] Now what?
Rick Jarmin: Kiss your ass goodbye. We got no wheels, and we're coming down!