Michael Bryce: Why is everything always about love with you?
Darius Kincaid: Well, what else is there? I mean, take away the guns, the money, the travel, the perfect shot through a motherf*cker's earhole from 300 meters. I mean, none of that sh*t means d*ck if I can't tell Sonia about it.
Michael Bryce: Well, I guess Amelia's just not as special as Sonia. She sounds great.
Darius Kincaid: What, she cheat on you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: Try to kill you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: 'Cause Sonia chopped off part of my ear with a machete one time. She sewed it back on, but... it was two, three days before our sh*t got real again.