Bud: Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks!
and from the same
Duke: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.
Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me.
Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.
and one more
Debbi: Duke, let's go do some crimes.
Duke: Yeah. Let's go get sushi and not pay.
You think that I'm some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I'm too big for that now. I'm sick of takin the scrap from you, Leo. I'm sick of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I'm sick of the high hat!
I like you, Lois. You're just like a man. You think with your nuts.
Now you listen to me. I don't want any plastics and I don't want any ground floors. And I don't want to get married *ever* to anyone! You understand that? I want to do what I want to do.
Let's get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!
Hey, I always notice that bored look in their eyes.
We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all.
Five martinis, please. Just line them up right here.
All me life flashed before me eyes. It was really borin'.
I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle. In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichenstein.