John: No, you ain't gonna hit him. Charlie: Why not? John: Because I'm gonna hit him! [smacks a transit cop in the face] Grace Santiago: [to Charlie] Should we break this up? They're tuggin' at his collar for dear life over there. Grace Santiago: [staggers towards platform women; pretending to be drunk] Hey! Hey! That's my man! Get your hands off my man! Are you bitches crazy? [pulls her sleeves and clenches her fists as she runs towards them] Grace Santiago: You wanna get hurt, that's what it is! Woman on Platform: We're sorry, we didn't know it was your man! Woman on Platform: We're sorry, Merry Christmas to you! [they get behind the turnstiles] Grace Santiago: [tries to attack them] Get the hell outta here! Yeah, you better run! Woman on Platform: [to her friend as they leave the station] It's your fault! You started it! Woman on Platform: Me? I didn't start anything! Grace Santiago: [to John] I turn my back for one minute and you're doggin' me? John: They were huuge!! Charlie: [back at the booth] Oh, she's beautiful. Grace Santiago: [positioning John on the poles] Now, you wait right there, all right. You wait right there, and don't you let me see you talkin' to - [John blows his nose with his hand] Grace Santiago: You nasty. [gives a male passerby a dirty look] Grace Santiago: What you lookin' at? I could kick your ass, too. Shit.