— Hundred dollars a night?
— For an hour.
— An hour? You make $100 an hour, and you got a safety pin holding your boot up?
— You gotta be joking.
— I never joke about money.
— I hate to point out the obvious, but you are a hooker. You are my employee.
— You don't own me. I decide. I say who, I say when, I say who!
You know, you could pay me. That's one way to break the ice.
Fifty bucks, Grandpa. For seventy-five, the wife can watch.
— Are you sure you don't want a drink?
— I'm high on life.
— Now, I'm assuming that you're a... relative?
— Yes.
— I thought so. Then you must be his...
— Niece?
— Of course.
We say who, we say when, we say how much.
— You're on my fax.
— Well, that's one I haven't been on before.
— You could freeze ice on his wife's ass.
— We'll try that later.
Explanation:
in reference to Philip Stuckey's (Jason Alexander) wife
— You should try a strawberry.
— Why?
— It brings out the flavour in the champagne.
Mine are broken! Mine are broken!
