A couple, cheated by a vile businessman, kidnap his wife in retaliation, without knowing that their enemy is delighted they did.
— You... look like my mother. I hate my mother. You... You look just like my father. I hate my father!
— Jesus. What the hell was that? Oh, my God. It's the bedroom killer. He told me I look like his mother. He hates his mother. He's dead. So, if I look like his mother... and you look like his father, this is what our son would look like. Pretty strong argument for birth control.
What the hell's the sense of being a decent person when nobody else is?
— The flagship of the entire Dominator line. The MX-10. I have a pair of these myself. 30 inches of thigh-slappin', blood-pumpin' nuclear brain damage!
— Bitchin'! Hey, what's the fucking cost?
— That's the bitchin' part about it. It don't matter. If you can't afford it, fuckin' finance it! Yeah! Whoo! So what if it's as big as a Subaru and costs as much! You'll never have to trade this in. This is gonna be with you for the rest of your life. And when you die, they can bury you in it!
