Henry: I'm really going to have you offed. You'll never see it coming. Our assassins are trained in discretion. They will come in the night, and it will look like a humiliating accident.

Alex: Autoerotic asphyxiation?

Henry: Toilet heart attack.

Alex: Jesus.

Henry: You've been warned.

Alex: I thought you'd kill me in a more personal way. Silk pillow over my face, slow and gentle suffocation. Just you and me. Sensual.