Boris Pochenko: Do I not intimidate you at all?
Joy Miller: Is one of your sideburns longer than the other?
Joy Miller: This is a special place. Was it special for someone else too?
Boris Pochenko: It's where I slaughtered my first cow.
Joy Miller: Huh?
Boris Pochenko: I was ten. My father told me I could eat only what I killed myself. All I had was two sticks and a butter knife, but I learned to be a man that day.
Joy Miller: Oh, what a sweet story.
Joy Miller: Put on your sunblock because it's rays today, raisins tomorrow.
Boris Pochenko: I know where we are.
Joy Miller: Well, where are we?
Boris Pochenko: We're in the woods.
Joy Miller: I knew it. Why can't you just ask one of them for directions?
Boris Pochenko: No.
Joy Miller: Please! Asking for directions is not the first step to a two-party system.
Joy Miller: Oh honey, talk to the hand, the ears ain't listening.
