Tad Gruzsa:You know why you're here.
Tim Kearney:Probably cuz you want me to roll over on somebody, right?
Tad Gruzsa:Wrong, we don't want you to roll over on somebody. We want you to be somebody.
Tim Kearney:That's what my mom used to say!
Tim Kearney:[in no position to bargain]You let him go, or I'll kill every man in this room.
Tim Kearney:I've got everything I want.
Monk:You're definitely not Bobby Z.
Jorge Escobar:[throwing down photo]This guy is perfect. His name is Tim Kearney, three-time loser from Palm Dale.
Tad Gruzsa:Definitely a resemblance. Family?
Jorge Escobar:Mom's dead, dad split.
Tad Gruzsa:Uncles, aunts, brothers, sister?
Jorge Escobar:Tim's an only child. On his own since he was 15.
Brian:[getting rough]It's going to be better for me if it looks like I tried harder to find out.
Elizabeth:Just not my face, okay?
Don Huertero:What such a woman fears is disfigurement. Look at this face. What Elizabeth fears is to be ugly. A deep scar from here to here. Perhaps with the blade of a dull knife that no surgeon, how ever skillful, could repair. You fear ugliness. Am I right Elizabeth?
Tad Gruzsa:Beat by a loser...