Tim Foster:
That was a sucker move, burning down your boss. You had him all wrong. He never crossed you.
Tim Foster:
What makes a two-bit heel like you think a heater would give him an edge over me?
Pete Harris:
Okay wise guy, you found me. Now what?
Joe Rolfe:
What's eatin' you?
Pete Harris:
You been giving me the fisheye all night.
Tim Foster:
What's waiting for you, Harris? The chair, the gas chamber, or just a rope?
Tony Romano:
It don't take no big thinking to figure a couple of guys like us ain't in this bananaville on a vacation!
Joe Rolfe:
Look, you're a nice girl, but in case you're thinking of mothering me, forget it! I'm no stray dog you can pick up, and I like my neck without a collar. Now get lost!
Helen Foster:
Now I'm supposed to be hurt. Maybe even cry. But I won't. I think you're in trouble, and I'm going to help you.
Joe Rolfe:
I know a sure cure for a nosebleed: a cold knife in the middle of the back.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
