Meurice: Hey, look, Ray. Personally I don't give a shit, you know. Look, man, I know Marty's a hard-on but you gotta do something. Say you're sorry. Give the money back. Get the fuck outta here or something. Shit. Hey, look, man, it's very humiliating, preachin' about this bull shit. But, I'm not laughin', Ray Bob, so you know it's no fucking joke.
Ray: He was alive when I buried him.
Private Detective Visser: Gimme a call whenever you wanna cut off my head. I can always crawl around without it.
Strip-Bar Exhorter: And remember, gentlemen, we're always here, two to two, A.M. to P.M., three hundred and sixty-four days and Christmas, God willing and the creek don't rise.
Abby: I don't know what you're talkin' about. I mean, what are you talking about? I haven't done anything funny.
Meurice: Howdy stranger.
Ray: Meurice. Sorry I didn't show last night.
Meurice: Wasn't too busy. You missed a good one, though. This white guy walks in about one o'clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics... I tell him to get lost, but Marty's sitting here listening and I can tell he's thinking that maybe it ain't such a bad idea.