Bobby: You owe me a gold chain, or at least the price of a gold chain. Or maybe just a giant lobster. It's all about the gesture, and I will get my gesture.
Schmidt: My face touched the mustache of a carcass today, Bobby. I'm not afraid of you.
Bobby: I got some advice for you: Stay out of Boston.
Schmidt: What, you gonna keep me out of the whole city?
Bobby: I work TSA at Logan. I'll put a gun in your luggage.
Schmidt: Why do you got to bring weapons into it, Bobby?