Willy: I... I just went to get the gun, trying to show you how to put a bullet in the chamber. See that? I got him right between the eyes! Just like I said... Right between the eyes! Damn... You see that Ally? Right betw... right between the eyes! Just like I said. Between... between the eyes. Got him... I got him, right between the eyes Ally! I got the fucker right between the eyes. Right between the eyes Ally. Just like I said... Right between the eyes.
Ferrari: It's looking fine just the way it is. I think you've pushed the erotic angle about as far as you can.
Peter: The "erotic angle"? Mr. Ferrari, where have you been all these years?
Peter: Lock the door, and hide the key. Go on. Do as your director says.
Peter: There are some people who like to fondle the dancers' asses surreptitiously backstage, and some people who like to see the aforementioned asses displayed in the blaze of the spotlight on the stage.
Peter: In case it slipped your mind, this show opens in just one week from now, and as you can see, those people up there literally stink.
Ferrari: I don't see what the business of the victim seducing the killer has to do with anything.
Peter: All right, it doesn't have anything to do with anything. But can you imagine the effect on the public? The victim rapes her own murderer. It'll be sensational.
