Shilo Wallace: You compare me to a corpse!
Amber Sweet: So you think you've got heart? So you think you've got balls? So you think Mag can sing?
Shilo Wallace: I don't think nothing at all.
Amber Sweet: So you think Mag's got pipes? Well, it's my turn to shine. When the Repo Man strikes!
Shilo Wallace: What are you talking about?
Shilo Wallace: State your business.
Blind Mag: Business?
Shilo Wallace: What do you want?
Shilo Wallace: Why oh why are my genetics such a bitch?
