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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!