Joe Jr.: O.K., Lucy, it's either me or him.
Joe Jr.: You don't have to answer right away.
Lucy: If you fit into my pants I will kill myself.
Mr. Fusco: "Nature of claim: Christmas tree through window." How am I gonna put that on my insurance claim? They're still pissed about the fire we had when Joe Jr. barbecued in the stairwell.
Lucy: I missed that.
Mr. Fusco: Great sausage.
Lucy: Listen, I'll pay for this.
Mr. Fusco: Don't worry about it, my brother Giuli's in the glass business.
Saul: So, do you have any family?
Lucy: My mom died when I was really little and a couple of years ago my dad got sick so we moved from Indiana so he could go to research hospital.
Saul: Research. Another word for very expensive.
Lucy: Yeah, I had to quit school and I started working for the CTA and about a year ago he decided he had had enough research and he passed away.