— I can't see anything.
— Use your open eye, Frank.
— That's my policy. When I see five weirdos dressed in togas stabbing a guy in the middle of the park in full view of a hundred people, I shoot the bastards.
— That was a Shakespeare in the Park production of Julius Caesar, you moron!
Cheer up, Ed. This is not goodbye. It's just I won't ever see you again.
— Oh, you're tense, Slasher.
— Well, I could relax more if I knew about tomorrow.
