Danny Archer: Why don't we go back to your place, see what's in the mini bar?Maddy Bowen: I'm a print journalist... I drank it.
I'm not feeling the love here, Danny.
Solomon Vandy: Dia, come on.Dia Vandy: Leave me alone!Solomon Vandy: Dia it is me, your father. Let's go.Dia Vandy: I don't know you! Fisherman!Dia Vandy: Get him, get him!
Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents.Danny Archer: That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and uh... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine... boo-hoo right?