Oh, peace… SHUT UP!
Ooo, not an inside voice.
That’s my secret, Cap- I’m ALWAYS angry.
Well, throw me a freakin’ bone here, Scott.
Don’t grumble… give a whistle!
You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and… blow.
Oh, no, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I could never answer to a whistle. Whistles are for dogs and cats and other animals, but not for children and definitely not for me. It would be too… humiliating.
The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.
She’s got a power tool in the bedroom, dear. It’s her own personal jackhammer. She could break sidewalk with that thing. She uses it and the lights dim, it’s like a prison movie. Amazed she hasn’t chipped her teeth.
I’ll have what she’s having.
Three measures of Gordon’s gin, one of Vodka, half of Kina Lillet, which is not vermouth, shaken well until it is ice-cold, then served with a large slice of lemon peel.
Six of them.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
If what I think is going on
Is going on
It better not be.
Well, you can’t never let anything happen to him. Then, nothing would ever happen to him.
Have you been to Baia, Donald? No? Oh, I am so sorry for you.
Ah, Baia. It is like a song in my heart. A song with love and beautiful memories. Ah, Baia. I close my eyes, and I can see it now. I can see the beautiful twilight in the sky. I can feel the breeze from the bay. And I can hear the music, the music of Baia.
You’re drunk again, Arthur.
Drunk’s more fun.
All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right… and who is dead.
Niedermeyer? Dead!
Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you.