Debi: You're a psychopath.
Martin: No,no,no. A psychopath kills for no reason. I kill for money. Its a job....That didn't sound right.

Waitress: What do you want in your omelet?
Martin: Nothing.
Waitress: Well, that's not technically an omelet.
Martin: Look, I don't want to get into a semantic argument about it, I just want the protein.

David: Ten Years. What happened?
Martin: I freaked out, joined the army, worked for the government, and went into business for myself...I'm a professional killer.
David: Do you have to do post-graduate work for that, or can you just jump right in?

Mr. Newberry: What do you do?
Martin: Professional killer.
Mr. Newberry: Good for you...Growth industry.