Big Al: I'm about finished waiting for my money, punk.
Popeye: Hey, why don't you take it out in trade? You always liked Tinkerbell. She's fine.
Big Al: You bet cash, you lose cash and you pay cash. Pimp-mobile!
Popeye: Hey, Cinderella, go find yourself a fella, you're on the clock bitch and midnight is coming, you got the wrong man.
Old Con: For cheap times! For cheap times!