Crystal: Do not fuck with me you sick, masturbating retard.
Walter: Go ahead and rape me, that's what you want.
Russ: What about the puffer?
Crystal: Yeah, well at first I couldn't find it, and when we found it... it was all out of you know... shit... the... um.
Crystal: Yeah that's it. Do you know what his last words were?
Russ: Come on, don't do this.
Crystal: Krystal, my sweet angel. Go into my wallet and get the ticket because you and Russ deserve to have that money.
Russ: Oh, come on... don't do this to me.
Crystal: Fuck me, no fried clams?
Crystal: All right... key lime pie.