Sylvia Pickel:
What's your problem, aside from your face?

Nick Deezy:
Yes, yes, let's just hold it here for one second. "Stretch"? "Stretch-a-roo"? What's coming next, "Stretch-mark"?

Harry Buscafusco:
Might I ask, what are you doing with a gun?

Sylvia Pickel:
It's not mine. My ex-boyfriend left it here when he moved out.

Harry Buscafusco:
What did he have it for?

Sylvia Pickel:
I don't know. With a guy named Icepick, you don't ask a lot of questions.

Nick Deezy:
There was a woman, I swear. She fell of the balcony, her body was right there!

Harry Buscafusco:
Maybe she bounced into those bushes. Women are soft, and round.

Sylvia Pickel:
Maybe a gang came and took the body away, you know, so no questions could be asked!

Harry Buscafusco:
So that's no on the bouncing?

Nick Deezy:
I like to breathe, I'm good at it.

Sylvia Pickel:
I'd give you the finger but I'm too refined.

Sylvia Pickel:
I'm surprised all women haven't tried to kill you!