Joey Boca: When somebody shoot you in the head it make you think.
Rosalie Boca: They look like drug addicts.
Devo Nod: Well, they are drug addicts.
Rosalie Boca: Oh my God! You hired drug addicts?
Devo Nod: Who'd you expect me to hire? The Red Cross?
Nadja: They seem like very polite boys.
Rosalie Boca: I don't like having drug addicts in my house.
Nadja: Oh no, Rosalie. Don't think of them as drug addicts. Think of them as killers.
Rosalie Boca: We didn't do it. I swear to God we didn't. We found him outside, on the lawn.
Devo Nod: ...Right outside.
Rosalie Boca: ...He was lying there, someone had shot him, and thrown him on the lawn.
Nadja: Yeah, it was a mess.
Rosalie Boca: ...It was terrible. So we brought him inside and we... we put him in bed... and... yep... It must have been the Mafia.
Lt. Larry Schooner: Mafia?
Devo Nod: The Mafia.
Nadja: Yeah. Joey was Italian.
Rosalie Boca: He is Italian.
Devo Nod: He is Italian.
Marlon: If we're gonna waste the dude, we oughta get paid for it. I mean, that's the American way, ain't it?
Nadja: Last week on TV, I heard about a woman who stabbed her husband twenty-seven times. And you know why? Because he refused to put the top back on the mustard jar. Twenty-seven times! Can you imagine?
Rosalie Boca: I don't know. Maybe I didn't give him enough.
Nadja: But he ate three whole bowls! What an ox.
Rosalie Boca: Joey is not a normal man. You know how he is. He works ten... maybe 12, or 14 hours a day, seven days a week... and out with a different girl... every night.
Nadja: Rosalie.
Rosalie Boca: That's just it. He eats anything he wants. He never seems to gain any weight. He's not human! He's like an animal. Like we're dealing with a machine.
