A globetrotting hitman and a crestfallen businessman meet in a hotel bar in Mexico City in an encounter that draws them together in a way neither expected.

Julian Noble: [after flirting with some Mexican schoolgirls] I hate these Catholic countries. It's all blushy-blushy and no sucky-fucky.
Julian Noble: Margaritas always taste better in Mexico.
Danny Wright: They certainly do.
Julian Noble: Margaritas and cock.
Julian Noble: I'm as serious as an erection problem.
Danny Wright: [discussing possible escape routes] That door over there, if it weren't locked.
Julian Noble: A Vietnamese girl I once knew had her legs so locked together I couldn't get a whiff of her spring roll. Two drinks, half a quaalude later, I was at an all you can eat buffet. Every lock can be broken. It's just a matter of will and whether it's worth it.
Julian Noble: Now, escape routes.
Danny Wright: Escape routes?
Julian Noble: Well you don't want to get caught right?
Danny Wright: Oh, right.
Julian Noble: Don't get caught. It sucks.
Julian Noble: Sorry about the cock thing, it's kind of a conversation stopper.
Julian Noble: I lie when I need to, tell the truth when I can.
[trying to convince Danny to help him on a hit]
Julian Noble: Come on! It'll be a good time!
Danny Wright: Oh, so now killing people is a good time?
Julian Noble: ...Can be.
Danny Wright: [after just learning Julian lied about having a wife] I mean, what else is a lie?
Bean: Are you even an assassin?
[a tree crashes through the kitchen as Danny and Bean make love on the table]
Danny Wright: Still horny?
Julian Noble: Danny, Danny! Danny with the large white fanny!
Julian Noble: I'd only be interested in your mother if she lost 20 pounds and 30 years.
Bean: Did You bring your gun?
Julian Noble: Yes, as a matter of fact.
Bean: May I see it?
Julian Noble: Really?
Bean: Yes, please.
Julian Noble: I look like a Bangkok hooker on a Sunday morning, after the navy's left town.
Genevive: Mr. Noble, how are you today?
Julian Noble: More importantly, how are you...
[looks at nametag]
Julian Noble: ...Genevive?
Julian Noble: I wouldn't do that for all the teenage twat in Thailand.
Hotel Bartender 1: How you here for business or pleasure, sir?
Julian Noble: My business is my pleasure.
Julian Noble: My handler, Mr. Randy, contacted me the way he always does, through an ad in the International Tribune looking for cat sitters in Bali.
Julian Noble: I want to retire to a beautiful little Greek island, filled with beautiful little Greeks!
Bean: Aren't we fucking cosmopolitan? Having a trained assassin stay overnight. Letting heartbreaking lies roll over us like a summer breeze.
Mr. Randy: Did you study the assignment?
Julian Noble: No, I shredded it. Then I humped the bellboy on the room service cart.
Julian Noble: Just consider me the best cocktail party story you ever met.
Julian Noble: I didn't mean to weird you out. I was wrong, please. I just get paranoid sometimes. I'm drunk. I'm tired, and I've just been fornicating for the past two hours, and before that I was doing shit - horrible business shit.
Julian Noble: Yeah, whatever, goodbye, scoodoodle!
Ten Year Old Boy: See you, would'nt wanna be you.
Julian Noble: Smell ya, shouldn't have to tell ya.
Julian Noble: I'm the relief pitcher in the bottom of the ninth... and I've fumbled the ball.
Julian Noble: I need a break. There's no retirement home for assassins is there? Archery at four. Riflery at five.
Mr. Randy: Goddamn it, Julian, you leave the game, even for a while, I don't know if they'll gonna let you back in. And then what the hell are you gonna do? Waste your days picking up illiterate teenagers for suck-and-fuck sessions behind the Old Navy store?
Julian Noble: Sounds delightful to me.
Julian Noble: An assassin without confidence is a horrible thing to behold. It's like a relief pitcher who fumbles the ball.
Danny Wright: Please tell me you know you mixed two sports in a metaphor.
Julian Noble: Huh? Yeah, I can't do that.
Julian Noble: I am a big fan of the "Everybody's got to pee" theory of assassination.