What is “tiramisu”?
Some woman is gonna want me to do it to her and I’m not gonna know what it is!
We got Lady Fingers here, or we can deal ourselves.
Yeah, well, that may be. But at least I never slept with Lumbergh.
But I have to go take a shower, because I haven’t had one since I slept in my car and spent the night in jail.
Have you vomited recently?
What do you do if, every time you see this one incredible woman, you think you’re gonna hurl?
That’s a perfectly normal reaction. Just step back.
We accidentally replaced your heart with a baked potato. You have about three seconds to live.
WHAT?!
Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
You’re not making sense. You’re not saying things that mean anything.
I’m talkin’ about friendship. I’m talkin’ about character. I’m talkin’ about–hell, Leo, I ain’t embarassed to use the word–I’m talkin’ about ethics.
There is such a thing as manners. A way of treating people! These fish have manners. These fish… have manners. In fact… these fish are coming with me.
You’ll get a shitload of fish. I’ve gone out before and motored back with so much stock little boys like you had to pack it on the pier. I always find the fish, always!
Red wine? With fish? Noooooooooo!
No more waste dumps. We’re just gonna have to store it.
You better stop squeezing me, or I’m gonna poop in my pants!
That’s a little more information than I needed, Vince, but go right ahead.
I don’t need your permission to use the bathroom!
Forty years I been askin’ permission to piss. I can’t squeeze a drop without say-so.