— I think you know what I'm worried about.
— Is it your hair? I know it's falling out!
— Not my hair, my daughter!
— Your daughter?
— Yes, I need to know if your... intentions are honorable.
— No, not really.
— No?!
— Well I can't deny it. I mean, they're bordering, hovering, teetering on the dishonorable.
— He'll have her on her back before you can say, «Happy ever-after».
— It's no use. The man is a complete idiot.
— If only. Now my father, he was a complete idiot. I'm still a half-wit.
What is it with you people? What kind of twisted upbringing did you have? You know why can't you just say: «Oh, that'll be a hundred gold coins?» Why does it always have to be, No, not unless you lay a magic egg, or count the hairs on a giant's ass?
— Do you like carving?
— Well, not flesh or anything.
— You know, Virginia, you don't know anything about the laws around here. As a matter of fact, you don't know anything about law at all. Maybe I should have represented him.
— Excuse me? Who got you out of the parking tickets? Who took the Polaroid of the broken meter?
You know what I'm startin' to think? I'm startin' to think that the only kind of people they want in this country are guys like me. You know, guys who will work
for scraps, do six jobs. Basically, bend over and take it. Wanna know something, darling? 10, 15 years tops, this country is finished as a democracy. I'm telling you, as a caring society, where people do things for each other, we're done, we're finished.
