Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby? Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby. Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy. Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose. Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein? Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows. Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have... Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich? Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck. Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut. Vic: [pauses] Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up. Debbie Dunham: I won't be home. Debbie Dunham: [lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her] Debbie Dunham: Get out of here. Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.
