Abby: He took me to a psychiatrist one time, to calm me down... the psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever talked to, so Marty fired him.
Ray: I don't think you can fire a psychiatrist, 'zactly.
Abby: Well I never saw him again, I can tell you that.
Meurice: Howdy stranger.
Ray: Meurice. Sorry I didn't show last night.
Meurice: Wasn't too busy. You missed a good one, though. This white guy walks in about one o'clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics... I tell him to get lost, but Marty's sitting here listening and I can tell he's thinking that maybe it ain't such a bad idea.
Ray: He was alive when I buried him.
Ronnie: Don't you get it? I am finally onto something that's big. Huge.
Stathis Borans: What? His cock?
Ronnie: Crude Stathis. Even for you.
Ronnie: If you SAW him, Stathis, if you saw how scared and angry and desperate he is.
Stathis Borans: I'm sure Typhoid Mary was a very nice person too when you saw her socially.
