Benny: Marcus? Marcus, can you hear me?Marcus: I can hear you.Benny: Okay. Yeah, well, it's Friday, and you said that you would have it done by Friday.Marcus: I'm sorry, I didn't realize my soul was punching a time clock.Benny: Hey, hey, come on. Don't act like you don't know how this works.
Eddy: Eddy Park, you are a fucking genius... Well, my friend, you did it again.
Whistler: Worthless. Fucking. Trash.Eddy: What?Whistler: I said, "Worthless fucking trash."Eddy: I... I don't understand.Whistler: Clearly, there's a lot you don't understand, like how to write a decent, fuckin' violent bloodbath.Eddy: What?Whistler: First of all, we need to discuss this whistling bullshit. Is that really the best you can do? Whistling?Eddy: It's... It's just like a-a-a gimmick, you know? Like... Like... Like whistle while you work. This is whistle while you kill. Th-That's gonna be the tag line on the poster. "Whistle while you kill."Whistler: I hate it.
Ivy: I believe that art is in everything and everyone. It's just that not everything and everyone is being used properly to transmit its power.John: I... I have no idea what you're talking about.Ivy: Okay. For instance, this table.John: Mm-hmm.Ivy: Give me your hand. You see it as a table because you treat it that way. And you are afraid of this wine stain, but maybe this wine stain is exactly... what this table needs to express a feeling and in turn transform this meaningless object into art.John: So I should... I should just spill wine all over the table, because that's the thing? I mean, I just... It's expensive, so I didn't want to ruin it.Ivy: It's not about the table. It's about how you feel.
Brody: Whatever, Marcus. I just want to act.Marcus: You want to be famous.