Michael Felgate: Well at least tell me what his restaurant is called, then I can sneak in, in a beard or something.
Gina Vitale: It's called The La Trattoria.
Michael Felgate: You mean La Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: No.
Michael Felgate: The La Trattoria means The The Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: I know.
Michael Felgate: Interesting. Look I have to go to the La Bathroom, and I'll be back in a sec.
Stevie: You didn't miss... You hit everything.
Miss Constance Scattergoods: A thinning gene pool is a terrible thing to witness. Ah, civilization's crowning achievement: the cocktail hour.
Ben Kurtzman: You don't walk out on Sinatra, sir.
Kathryn: So I assume you've come here to make arrangements, but unfortunately, I don't fuck losers.
László: Everyone would like it all: something for the body, something for the soul. Something that fills you up, something that makes you hungry.
Vinny: You fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut.
Dionna: I am a slut? You're calling me a slut? You lowlife piece of fuckin' shit - you fucked - my - cousin! You didn't think I knew about that! I smelled her pussy juice all over your fuckin' face! You fuckin' sick bastard! How dare you? And all this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me! You perverted sick fuck.