(Big tentacle shows up through the door and starts choking Mother's Milk...)
Mother's Milk: Get it off me! Get this thing off of me!
(Kimiko knocks out the guy with the "tentacle", which frees Mother's Milk...)
Mother's Milk: Was that...?
Frenchie: It's okay.
Mother's Milk: That's his f*cking d*ck.
Frenchie: Don't be so closed-minded.
Hughie Campbell: This guy could kill a lot of people.
Mother's Milk: Hughie... let somebody else handle it, okay?
Hughie Campbell: There's no one else! No one's coming to save us.
Mother's Milk: You don't get it. You are not a soldier. You're not a spy. You're just a kid that sells stereo equipment.
Hughie Campbell: No, I don't! I don't have a job. Or Robin. Or my dad. Or Annie. One way or another, they all, uh... Now all I have is this. This. Which is really f*cking depressing, but it's true. So, maybe I can't be Lee Marvin. But I can be Harry Potter. Or, uh... you know, John Connor or-or-or what's her name from The Hunger Games.
Hughie Campbell: Yeah, the point is I could be the person that nobody thinks is awesome, but it turns out they're kind of f*cking awesome.
(Butcher is about to throw a grenade at The Female, Frenchie stops him...)
Frenchie: No. Let me talk to her.
Billy Butcher: Don't be f*cking stupid.
Frenchie: What if she's a Spice Girl?
Billy Butcher: Frenchie.
Frenchie: Let me help you go home.
(The Female attacks Frenchie and Butcher throws smoke grenade at them, which knocks them out...)
Billy Butcher: She ain't no Spice Girl.