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Eddie: It's a crazy fucking world we live in, Captain Jack!

Lou Dolan: Eddie, what is this?

Eddie: Why, you fucking double-crossing. You filthy fucking goddamn little rat!

Eddie: [while breathing through a drug] Not getting off, not getting off...

Diane: Jesus Christ, you're disgusting with that shit!

Eddie: Not getting off!

Eddie: Pick a card.

Joe Dolan: Nah, I don't think so.

Eddie: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Eddie: THE FUCKING HANGERS!

Eddie: Am I a fucking retard, man? Am I a fucking retard, huh? I know what this is. Lou tried to snuff me out because of his crazy little nephew being around. Well VIVE LA FUCKING FRANCE MAN!

Eddie: SHUT UP!! Shut the fuck up, maaaaan!

Eddie: Ok baby girl, who sent ya? Who sent ya?

Eddie: HI-FUCKING-YA!!

Eddie: Tell you what, if it's a high card, I'll tell you who I am. But if it's a low card, I'll tell you who you are. Is that a deal?

Jake Preston: Oops. You blew it.

Jake Preston: [Jake is trying to rescue Guthrie from Stoller] You're not touching her, you filthy piece of shit!

Jake Preston: Time to throw the dog a bone, Breaker.

Jake Preston: I AM THE GREATEST!

Jake Preston: [to Brad] Well. That's very big of you, Little.

Doug Chesnic: Since you've insisted on me staying, you should know I intend to do my job by the book which means we don't run errands, we don't make snacks and we don't check our guns at the door. Now if you don't like any of this, I suggest you call Washington and get yourself a new man.

Doug Chesnic: I'm a secret service agent, Mrs. Carlisle, not a caddy. You want that ball? I suggest you go get it yourself.

Michael Williams: [gas needle reads empty] Story of my fuckin life.

Peggy Sue: I am a grown woman with a life time of experience that you can't understand.

Charlie Bodell: Yeah, girls mature faster than guys.

Charlie Bodell: Well, what's the point of being a teenager if you can't dress weird?

Randy: [shouting over the noise just as the music ends] So, when can I see you again?

Julie Richman: [embarassed] Gee, Randy... why don't you wait until the end of the evening to say these things?

Randy: It's how I feel. It's what I want.

Julie Richman: I'm here with you now.

Randy: Where do you work?

Julie Richman: At my parents store.

Randy: What do they sell?

Julie Richman: Health foods.

Randy: That's cool.

Julie Richman: Like, it's not cool at all! Like, it's all this stuff that tastes like nothing and it's supposed to be so good for you. Why couldn't they, like, open a Pizza Hut or something?

Randy: Hello.

Julie Richman: Hello.

Randy: Having a good time?

Julie: I'm trying.

Randy: That's good.

Julie: What are you doing here?

Randy: Well, it's a party.

Julie: Yeah, I know it's a party, but who invited you?

Randy: Oh, you have to be invited. That explains it.

Julie: What?

Randy: Why everyone is dressed so weird. You see, if I had been invited, I would have known it was a costume party.

Julie: Right.

Randy: I saw you once before, you know.

Julie: Where?

Randy: At the beach.

Julie: That was you?

Randy: [to Julie after she dumps him] Well fuck you, for sure, like totally!

Randy: No one is gonna tell me who I can score with! Now I want this chick, she wants me, so fuck it, we're goin back.

Edward Malus: [Edward's last words as he's sacrificed] NOOOOOOO!!!

Edward Malus: What is it?! What is it?! What is that, what is that, what is it?! Oh no, not the bees! Not the bees!! Auuuugh!!! They're in my eyes!!! My eyes!!! Aaaauuuurrrrgh!!!

Edward Malus: What's in the bag? A shark or something?

Edward Malus: [Uttered by Malus as he hijacks Sister Rose's bike at gunpoint] Step away from the bike.

Edward Malus: This is murder! Murder! You'll all be guilty! And you're doing it for nothing! Killing me won't bring back your god damn honey!

Yuri Orlov: [last lines] You know who's going to inherit the Earth? Arms dealers, because everyone else is too busy killing each other. That's the secret to survival. Never go to war, especially with yourself.

Yuri Orlov: Most people are happy just to get out of jail. I expect to be paid to leave. I'm not a fool. I know that just because they needed me that day didn't mean they wouldn't make me a scapegoat the next. But I was back, doing what I do best.

Yuri Orlov: Where there's a will, there's a weapon.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:developing country|developing countries] Thank God there are still legal ways to exploit ]. The only problem with an honest buck is they're so hard to make. The margins are too low. Too many people are doing it.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:The Balkans|the Balkans] Truce? What do you mean, truce? The guns are already on their way. Peace talks? All right, forget it. I'll reroute the shipment to ]. When they say they're going to have a war, they keep their word!

Yuri Orlov: [[Evil] They say, "] prevails when good men fail to act." What they ought to say is, "Evil prevails.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Merchants of death|I was an equal opportunity merchant of death; [w:Salvation Arm|the Salvation Army; [Israel|Israeli; [W:Uzi|Uzis; [w:Islam|Muslims; [Communism|Communist; [Fascism|Fascists; [Afghanistan; [w:Demographics of Soviets|my fellow Soviets; [Osama bin Laden] ]. I supplied everyone but ]. I sold ]-model ] to ]. I sold ]-made bullets to ]. I even shipped cargo to ] when they were fighting ]. I never sold to ] — not on any moral grounds. Back then he was always bouncing checks.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Heathrow Airport|Heathrow Airport; [w:Quakers|Quakers] What a cargo crew at ] does in a day took a bunch of malnourished Sierra Leonean locals ten minutes. By the time Agent Valentine got there, you could find more guns on a plane full of ].

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Liberia|Liberia; [w:Sierra Leone|Sierra Leone; [w:Ivory Coast|the Ivory Coast] I was now the best merchant of death alive. I didn't own my own plane; I owned a fleet running guns into ], ], or ] at least once a week. Most trips I had phony paperwork. If the deadline was tight and I had to cut corners, I had no paperwork at all, but I wasn't overly concerned. There was hardly any radar over most of Africa and even fewer people to watch it.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Blood diamond|Conflict diamonds; [w:West Africa|West Africa] ] are a common currency in ], also referred to as "blood diamonds" since bloodshed is what they generally finance. By the late 90s, my wealth had caught up to my lies about my wealth, even surpassed my lies. I could even afford to become a patron of the arts.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:HIV/AIDS in Africa|In the most AIDS-infested region of the globe, where one in four is infected.; [w:condom|condom] ] Andre's idea of a joke was to put a young Iman and a young Naomi in my bed. And no ] within 100 miles.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Monrovia|Monrovia] ] itself was like being on a new planet. Planet Monrovia. From the temperature, it was obviously planet close to the sun I rarely saw another white man. And, I never left town alone. Outside town was hell of the edge of hell. I didn't want to even gaze into it.

Yuri Orlov: President Baptiste was my best customer, but I was in no hurry to meet him. He got the reputation for routinely hacking of the limbs those who opposed him. His seven years of civil war has been described as a relentless campaign of sadistic wanton violence. That kind of sums up Andy for me.

Yuri Orlov: It's not our fight.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Africa|Africa] After the wall came down, thirty two billion dollars worth of arms were stolen and resold from Ukraine alone — one of the greatest heists of the twentieth century. The primary market was ]: eleven major conflicts involving twenty three countries in less than a decade. a gunrunner's wet dream. At the time the West couldn't care less. They had a white war in what was left of Yugoslavia. I did the bulk of my business in Liberia — "land of the free" — originally established as a homeland for freed American slaves and has been enslaved by one dictator after another since then. The latest dictator is American-educated self-declared president Andre Baptiste Sr.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Cold War|the Cold War; [w:Guided missiles|Guided missiles; [w:Rocket (weapon)|Unguided missiles; [w:Mortar (weapon)|mortars; [w:landminer|mines; [w:Armored personnel carrier|armored personnel carriers; [w:Battletank|whole tank divisions] The end of ] was beginning of the highest time in arms dealing. The arms bazaar was open: ], ], ], ], ], ].

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Bulgaria|Bulgaria; [w:Hungary|Hungary; [w:Poland|Poland; [w:Belarus|Belarus; [Soviet Union|Soviet; [AK-47; [w:Child soldier|and they do; [w:Mozambique|Mozambique; [w:Flag of Mozambique|their flag; [w:Cold War|Cold War; [w:vodka|vodka; [w:caviar|caviar; [w:suicide|suicidal; [w:Automotive industry in Russia|no one was lining up to buy their cars] The problem with gun-runners going to war is that there's no shortage of ammunition. This was the chaos that the Old Guard had always feared. As far as they were concerned, I was giving arms dealers a bad name. But they could hardly report me to the Better Business Bureau. And Ukraine wasn't the only former state with an unpaid army and stockpiles of guns. There was ], ], ], ] all there for the taking. Of all the weapons in the vast ] arsenal nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, more commonly known as the ], or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle, a weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple nine pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It will shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy even a child can use it, ]. The Soviets put the gun on a coin, ] put it on ]. Since the end of the ], the Kalashnikov has become the Russian people's greatest export. After that comes ], ], and ] novelists. One thing is for sure: ].

Yuri Orlov: I don't know what was going through Vitaly's head that day. What I do know is that Vitaly broke the cardinal rule of gun-running: never pick up a gun and join the customers.

Yuri Orlov: [[W:Arms dealing|gun-running; [w:Offshore bank|offshore account] The first and most important rule of ] is: never get shot with your own merchandise. The second rule of gun-running is: always ensure you have a foolproof way to get paid, preferably in advance, ideally to an ]. That is why I choose my customers so carefully. Say what you like about warlords and dictators. They tend to have a highly developed sense of order. They always pay their bills on time.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:video camera|a video camera; [w:bazooka|a bazooka; [w:Prehistoric warfare#Paleolithic|The earliest human skeletons had spearheads in their rib cages] Fortunately, back then ] was a big as ]. Here, I've been running away from violence my whole life, and I should've run towards it. It's in our nature. ].

Yuri Orlov: [[w:9 mm caliber|9 mm; [w:hollow points|hollow points; [w:Magazine (firearms)|20, 25-round extendable mags; [w:Iron sights|rear-flip adjustable sights; [w:Silencer (firearms)|Silencer; [w:recoil|recoil; [w:Magazine (firearms)|a mag; client points Uzi at Yuri's chest] Gentlemen, the new Uzi machine pistol. Big firepower in a small package. This little baby uses ] ], ], ]. ] comes standard. Excellent ] reduction, muzzle jump reduced forty percent, sixty percent improved noise suppression. You could pump ] into me right now and never wake the guy in the next room. Of course, that would eliminate your opportunity for repeat business.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Virginity|have sex for the first time] The first time you sell a gun is a lot like the first time you ]. You have absolutely no idea what you're doing, but it is exciting and one way or another it's over way too quick.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:sabbath|The next sabbath; [w:Yahweh|God; [w:synagogue|synagogue; [w:Defense industry of Israel|Israeli-made; [w:Uzi|Uzi; [w:submachine gun|submachine gun] ], I went to temple with my father. However, it wasn't ] I was trying to get close to. My contact at ] landed my first ] ] ].

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Maslow's hierarchy of needs|fulfilling another basic human need] Growing up in Little Odessa, murder was in everyday part of life. Russian mobsters had also migrated from the Soviet Union and when they came to America, their baggage came with them. There is always some gangster getting whacked in my neighborhood, but I have never seen with my own eyes. I had the knack of showing up five minutes before something went down or five minutes after, not that day. It hit me. It couldn't have hit me harder if I was the one who was shot. You go into the restaurant business because people are always going to have to eat. That was the day I realized my destiny laying for ].

Yuri Orlov: [[w:Jewface|He was more Jewish than most Jews; [w:Roman-Catholic|Catholicism] My father took his assumed identity to heart. ]. Which drove my ] mother crazy.

Yuri Orlov: That's Vitaly, my younger brother. He was as lost as me. He just didn't know it yet.

Yuri Orlov: [[w:United States of America|America; [w:Ukrainians|Ukrainians; [w:Brighton Beach|Brighton Beach; [w:Black Sea|the Black Sea; [w:Little Odessa|Little Odessa; [w:Q train (New York City Subway service)|the Q train; [w:20th century|20th century; [w:History of the Jews in the Soviet Union|But in the '70s, to escape the Soviet Union, our family pretended to be Jewish; [w:kosher|kosher] You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna tell you a pack of lies to make me look good. I'm just gonna tell you what happened. My name is Yuri Orlov. When I was a boy, my family came to the ], but not all the way. Like most ], we congregated in ]. It reminded us of ]. I soon realized we'd just swapped one hell for another. Even in hell, an angel sometimes makes an appearance. I'd worshipped Ava Fontaine since I was 10 years old. Of course, she didn't know I existed. I was starting to think she had a point. For the first twenty-odd years of my life, ] was to me what it is to ]: the end of the line. Oh, I did lie about my name. It's not really Yuri Orlov. There have been few occasions in the ] when it's been an advantage be a Jew. ]. Little about my life has been ] ever since.

Yuri Orlov: [[Firearm|firearms] There are over 550 million ] in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: how do we arm the other eleven?

Renfield: Any last wishes?

Dracula: I wish... to spend a season in Hell. Where all the amusing people are. HAIL... SATA--

Renfield: [narrating] Yes, I know this looks extreme - and maybe a little fun - but to our defence, there is so much folklore out there about how to actually kill a vampire, it gets confusing. You know, I've personally seen him come back from some crazy shit, so why not try everything? Now, I've not even 100% sure this will kill him. But I do know it will take him a long, long time to come back from.

Dracula: Whatever pain Renfield caused you, I will return ten thousand fold. I will unleash an army of death whilst warming my skin next to mountains of burning corpses. How does that sound to you?

Tedward Lobo: It sounds like you got to meet my mom.

Dracula: Some call me the dark one; others, the lord of death. To most, I am simply known as...

Trevante: Renfield's boss!

Tedward Lobo: Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm Teddy fucking Lobo.

Dracula: I am Count Dracula.

Tedward Lobo: You win.

Mark: Hi! You here for the meeting? Well, come on in!

Renfield: No, no! NO!

Mark: You can leave your top-hat and cane by the door.

Dracula: Renfield... I'm feeling much better.

Mark: Would you like to introduce yourself to the group?

Dracula: I'm the prince of Wallachia. Some call me the Dark One. Others, the Lord of Death. However, to most, I am known simply as...

Trevante: Renfield's boss!

Dracula: I... am... Dracula.

Mark: Okay, obviously we're dealing with a little bit more than just narcissism here.

Dracula: I use my power for a lot of things. But I didn't need to use it on you; you were a lawyer who wanted to get rich off a real-estate deal. You're the one who used me! You used my power because you're a husk! An empty void that nothing can fill. The only thing that gave your life any meaning was my power. The power you used to bring me victims while you pretended to be one yourself! However, I'm the real victim here! I'm the one you swore to protect! And you... ABANDONED ME!

Renfield: No. That's not true.

Dracula: Just like you abandoned your wife and your daughter.

Renfield: That's not-- I didn't-- I didn't abandon them.

Dracula: Look into your own eyes, Renfield. You're the monster, Renfield -- not me. It's you.

Dracula: I want happy couples, unsuspecting tourists, a handful of nuns, a... a busload of cheerleaders.

Renfield: [to himself] And I just want a normal life. A busload of cheerleaders?

Dracula: [snaps fingers] A busload of cheerleaders will get me back to full power like that.

Renfield: Do you mean female cheerleaders?

Dracula: Don't make it a sexual thing!

Renfield: No, no. I did not say it was.

Dracula: You know it's not the gender I'm concerned with. I eat boys, I eat girls. It's the purity!

Cassiel: If you knew what was going to happen, would you still have done it?

Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. Just one.

Seth: Why did He do this?

Cassiel: I don't know.

Seth: Am I being punished?

Cassiel: You know better than that.

Maggie: What happened?

Seth: Free will.

Mack Truck driver: Where are you headed?

Seth: Tahoe!

Mack Truck driver: Reno.

Seth: Tahoe!

Mack Truck driver: I'm going to Reno!

Seth: I'm going to Tahoe!

Mack Truck driver: Well, hop in, we'll figure it out when we get there.

Maggie: Who- What are you?

Seth: I came to take Mr. Balford... and I saw you. I couldn't take my eyes off you. How you fought for him. And you looked right at me... like I was a man.

Maggie: To take Mr. Balford"?

Seth: I was there. We are always there in every room.

Maggie: What are you talking about?

Seth: I was there in the stairwell... when you cried for your patient. And I touched you, remember?

Maggie: Why are you doing this?

Seth: Because I'm in love with you.

Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.

Maggie: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?

Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.

Maggie: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that?

Seth: It's perfect.

Nathaniel: Listen, kid: He gave these bozos the greatest gift in the universe - you think He didn't give it to us, too?

Seth: Which gift?

Nathaniel: Free will, brother. Free will.

Seth: Let's go.

Maggie: Where?

Seth: Anywhere.

Maggie: What'll we do?

Seth: Anything.

Seth: Why do people cry?

Maggie: What do you mean?

Seth: I mean... what happens physically?

Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.

Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?

Maggie: [pause] I don't know.

Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.

Seth: You're a good doctor.

Maggie: How do you know?

Seth: I have a feeling.

Maggie: Yeah, well that's pretty flimsy evidence.

Seth: Close your eyes. Just for a second... what am I doing?

Maggie: You're... touching me.

Seth: How do you know?

Maggie: Because I feel it.

Seth: You should trust that. You don't trust it enough.

Maggie: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't you give me your phone number? Are you married?

Seth: No.

Maggie: Are you homeless?

Seth: No.

Maggie: Are you a drummer?

Maggie: Do you come here a lot?

Seth: I live here.

Maggie: What do you do?

Seth: Read.

Maggie: No, I mean, your work.

Seth: [[messenger] Oh, I am a ]

Maggie: What kind of messenger? Like a bike messenger?

Seth: No, I am a messenger of God.

Seth: Hello Maggie! It's nice to see you again.

Maggie: It's weird to see you again.

Seth: Weird is nice.

Seth: Are you in despair?

Maggie: I lost a patient.

Seth: You did everything you could?

Maggie: I was holding his heart in my hand when he died.

Seth: Then he wasn't alone.

Maggie: Yes, he was.

Seth: People died.

Maggie: Not on my table.

Seth: People died when their bodies give out.

Maggie: It's my job to keep their bodies from giving out. Or what am I doing here?

Seth: It wasn't your fault, Maggie.

Maggie: I wanted him to live.

Seth: He is living. Just not the way you think.

Maggie: I don't believe in that.

Seth: Some things are true whether you believe them or not.

Maggie: Are you a visitor? Who are you visiting?

Seth: You.

Seth: The little girl asked if she could be an angel.

Cassiel: They all want wings.

Seth: I never know what to say.

Cassiel: Tell them the truth. Angels aren't human. We were never human.

Seth: What if I just make her a little pair of wings out of paper?

Seth: Can I ask you something?

Susan: Yes?

Seth: What did you like best?

Susan: Pajamas.

Susan: Where are we going?

Seth: Home.

Susan: Can Mommy come?

Seth: No.

Susan: She won't understand.

Seth: She will someday.

Seth: I would rather have had... one breath of her hair... one kiss of her mouth... one touch of her hand... than eternity without it. One.

Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.

Ben Sanderson: [to Sera] I'll tell you, right now... I'm in love with you. But, be that as it may, I am not here to force my twisted soul into your life.

Ben Sanderson: Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked. If you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help. It would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon onto your naked body and said to me "drink this". If you spread your legs and you had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you. Because then I would have a purpose. To clean you up and that, that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and fuck someone else.

Ben Sanderson: [to Sera] We both know that I'm a drunk. And I know you are a hooker. I hope you understand that I am a person who is totally at ease with that. Which is not to say that I'm indifferent or I don't care, I do. It simply means that I trust and accept your judgment.

Ben Sanderson: I don't know if I started drinking cause my wife left me or my wife left me cause I started drinking, but fuck it anyway.

Smokey: You know, if there were gangs around like in the old days, I'd be running things, not you. You'd be second lieutenant. You might have gotten by for a while on the Motorcycle Boy's rep, but you have to be smart to run things. You ain't got your brother's brains. It's nothing personal, Rusty James. But nobody would follow you into a fight because you'd get people killed - and nobody wants to be killed.

John Koestler: I'm not saying that 81 people are going to die tomorrow, okay? I'm just trying to understand why THIS is SAYING they will!

Phil Bergman: Okay, it's spooky, all right? I'll grant you. It's more than spooky. But just step back, all right? You have all these uncircled numbers with no sequence to them. I mean, numerology, kabbalah, pythagorean cults, there are systems that find meaning in numbers, and they are a dime a dozen. Why? Because people see what they want to see in them.

Caleb Koestler: I can't consume that. I've decided to become a vegetarian.

John Koestler: Well, when were you planning on telling the guy who buys the groceries around here?

Caleb Koestler: Are you deaf? I just told you now, Dad.

John Koestler: I found evidence of a series of super-flares from a star in the outer-Pleiades's region.

Phil Bergman: Right. Ratings were off the chart.

John Koestler: We were both wrong. The numbers are a warning, but not just to me or any random group. They're a warning to everyone.

Phil Bergman: Okay. You're officially scaring the shit out of me right now.

John Koestler: The super-flare, in our own solar system. A 100 microtesla wave of radiation that would destroy our ozone layer, killing every living organism on the planet.

Phil Bergman: We have to let everyone know. We have to call the NOAA.

John Koestler: They already know. The announcement will come anytime now. I thought there was some purpose to all this. Why did I get this prediction if there's nothing I can do about it? How am I supposed to stop the end of the world?

John Koestler: The caves won't save us! Nothing can!

John Koestler: I keep seeing their faces... burning.

John Koestler: I am the son of a pastor.

John Koestler: EE doesn't stand for just 1 person.

Jack Campbell: I just want my life back, okay? Now what's it gonna take? You wanna talk turkey? Let's talk turkey! HOW MUCH MONEY?

Jack Campbell: Because you thought I was cocky, I'm now on a permanent acid trip?

John McLoughlin: Sounded like a truck bomb. Like in 93. Blasted out the lobby. Pushed everything in here. Concourse must have collapsed.

Will Jimeno: You never answered, Sarge. What have we got? How long does this internal bleeding take?

John McLoughlin: I don't know. I'm not a doctor. Twenty-four hours is the most I've heard of. Maybe fourteen, sixteen. Just don't sleep.

Will Jimeno: So we've been in six, seven hours. What does that mean? Another seven, eight hours from now? You remember that earthquake? Where was it? Turkey? There was a little girl there. She lived four days buried in the rubble like this. She was, like, three years old or something. If she could make it, we can make it. Maybe we ain't bleeding so bad inside. Sarge?

John McLoughlin: Yeah, Will.

Will Jimeno: You got any kids?

John McLoughlin: Four. I got four.

Will Jimeno: That's a lot of kids.

John McLoughlin: Yeah. It's a lot of work for my wife.

Will Jimeno: What are their names?

John McLoughlin: Steven. He's the oldest. He's 15. Caitlin's 12. Peanut. JJ, he's 10. We got a little girl. Erin. She's four. We had her late. It wasn't planned. It just... It happened. I don't know.