David: Do you go to concerts?
Jenny: No. We don't believe in concerts.
David: Oh, I assure you, they're real.
Alfred Kinsey: The doctors say my heart sounds like a cement mixer.
Clyde Martin: At least they found one.
Clyde Martin: Sex is a risky game, because if you're not careful, it will cut you wide open.
Clyde Martin: When did you first begin masturbating?
Old Woman: I invented it, son.
Chuck: But tomorrow's Linda's big day. She needs me. Send somebody else.
Butchie Peraino: OK. How about I send Linda for the film, and you can spend tomorrow with Harry's cock down your throat?
Robot: Self-destruct sequence initialized.
Robot: After you wipe my memory things can go back to normal and you can continue planning your next job.
Frank: What did you say?
Robot: Remember Frank, your next job. You deal in diamonds and jewels, the most value by the ounce. It's not too late, Frank. Don't give up. Lifting that high-end stuff, no-one gets hurt. Except those insurance company crooks.
