Tumbler: Yo, so check out my new move. I call it "the Stranger." What I do is, I sit on my hand for, like, 15, 20 minutes, until it goes numb. No feeling at all. And then I rub one out. Toby: "The Stranger," huh? Atley Jackson: It's like a little boy's nursery school I've come upon here.
Memphis: Roger, I have a problem... Roger the Car Salesman: Yes? Memphis: I've been in L.A. for three months now. I have money, I have taste. But I'm not on anybody's "A" list, and Saturday night is the loneliest night for the week for me. Roger the Car Salesman: Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that. Memphis: Perhaps, Mmmm. But, you know, this is the one. Yes, yes yes... I saw three of these parked outside the local Starbucks this morning, which tells me only one thing. There's too many self-indulgent wieners in this city with too much bloody money! Now, if I was driving a 1967 275 GTB four-cam... Roger the Car Salesman: You would not be a self-indulgent wiener, sir... You'd be a connoisseur. Memphis: Precisely. Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part.
