Human Target

(Winston whistles for attention) Winston: I'm sorry, but there are a few things we need to discuss here. Richard Applebaum: Wow. You are an excellent whistler. Winston: Thank you.

Guerrero: A janitor? Your cover is office temp? I'm a janitor? Chance: You got something against an honest day's work? Guerrero: Uh, yeah, actually, I do.

Chance: This is ridiculous. Blog? What do you say we just tie them up and let Guerrero handle the rest of it? Winston: You serious? There's some duct tape right there.

(Chance whistles for attention) Chance: I've been shot at. I've been thrown out of an airplane, been generally mistreated by a lot of very bad people. But this bickering is pretty much more than I can take, so I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air. When I get back, you two had better be calmed down, or we're breaking out the ball gags. Richard Applebaum: Wow. He's a good whistler, too.

Joel Rosenbaum: Seriously? You mean, like, sneak out. I've never actually done that before. Ames: Then, jeez, it's time to pop your cherry--I mean, as far as sneaking out goes. That's where the proverbial cherry-popping stops.

Richard Applebaum: Swedish? Uh, well, look... the guys who ran us off the road that night, they were not speaking English. I couldn't place it at the time, but they might have been speaking Swedish. Rachel Applebaum: Aren't the Klaxons from down the street originally from Sweden? Richard Applebaum: No, no, they're just Canadian.

Guerrero: You, Nick... are what we in the custodial arts like to call a real douche.

Chance: But if you ask me, in this life, you get pushed around just about as long as you don't push back.

Richard Applebaum: You're gonna do great, son. And remember... you're an Applebaum.

(as Joel kisses a girl) Richard Applebaum: Oh, hold on. Just give him a second. He can handle it. He's an Applebaum.

Guerrero: All I know is I'd rather be tortured by a... well, by me then ever have to go back there again. Suburbs blow.