Five married guys conspire to secretly share a penthouse loft in the city--a place where they can carry out hidden affairs and indulge in their deepest fantasies. But the fantasy becomes a nightmare when they discover the dead body of an unknown woman in the loft, and they realize one of the group must be involved.

Marty Landry: Why are women always talking about "fake tits" this, "fake tits" that? I mean listen girls if it's a decent boob job who fuckin' cares?
Anne Morris: The people you love, they're the only ones who can hurt you.
Vincent Stevens: Marty, every fat chick has a good looking friend. Her's is probably on her way down right now.
Marty Landry: Okay yeah well what if she *is* the good looking friend and the *really* fat chick is on her way down?
Chris Vanowen: "fatum nos iungebit" is wrong.
Detective Cohagan: How so, doctor?
Chris Vanowen: The future imperfect tense of the verb unite, iungere, is not iungebit. It's iunget. It should say "fatum nos iunget." So the person you're looking for made a classic Latin error. But I'm guessing you knew that already, too, didn't you?
Detective Cohagan: You know the phrase "fuck you?"" Germanic origin.
Chris Vanowen: I have the kids early tomorrow, so I gotta go.
Marty Landry: What, you're gonna leave me here alone? With my wife?
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Vincent Stevens: I swear to God, I had nothing to do with this.
Detective Huggins: We would love to believe you, Mr. Stevens. But you have to admit, your version of events does sound pretty bizarre. Don't you think?
Vincent Stevens: Look, it was a setup, okay? The whole thing was staged.
Vincent Stevens: We're gonna find out what happened here and we will figure a way out. We're in this together, we'll get out of it together. Okay? 'Cause were friends. Agreed? Agreed?
Luke Seacord: I'd never hurt you. If you'd just give me the chance - to show you that I'd never hurt you.
Sarah Deakins: That's right, I'd never hurt you, because I feel nothing for you, Luke.