Ray: What is this?
Frenchy: It's a Damon Dexter. A discovery of David's.
Ray: Yeah? I say it's depressing.
Frenchy: Knock it off. You wouldn't know a masterpiece if it bit you in the ass.
Ray: I refuse to look at this, Frenchy.
Frenchy: And what's that supposed to mean?
Ray: It means as long as this is there on the wall, I don't look at that wall.
Ray: Your cousin May is dumb like a horse, or a dog or something.
May Sloane: Then the lights begin to flash. Little pinpoints of light. Then my tongue turns black and I can't swallow.
Dr. Henske: Really?
May Sloane: The diagnosis is Parkinson's, but they think it could be the Ebola virus, or mad cow disease.
Ray: It's Louie the 14th, or Louie the 15th. I don't know how high the Louie's go, actually.
