Mason Storm: So, how come you're not watching the Oscars tonight?
Counterman: The Oscars?
Mason Storm: Yeah, the Oscars.
Counterman: I hate the Oscars.
Mason Storm: You're not having a good time, huh?
Counterman: I mean, who needs the goddamn movies anyway? I got a show in here every single night.
Mason Storm: Yeah?
Counterman: You've got horror, sex, freaks, violence. I don't got to pay no four bucks either.
Mason Storm: This is for my wife. Fuck you and die.
Felicia Storm: If people knew how sweet you are, they'd never be scared of you... I'm not scared of you.
Mason Storm: Maybe you should be.
Felicia Storm: There's blood on your shirt.
Mason Storm: It's not my blood, so you don't have to worry, do you?