Eddie Tesoro:
You're having a nervous breakdown.

Jimmy Zoole:
Aren't you lucky to have a ringside seat?

Jimmy Zoole:
What did you do with the pages in the metal box?... My book?

Eddie Tesoro:
That was a book? I thought it was toilet paper. If you let me up, I'll show you how I walked for a week. Your book gave me a rash.