Wolff: What the hell are you?
Nicki: What do you think I am, you scrawny earthbag? I'm a woman.
Nicki: Us loners got to stick together.
Nicki: Y'know, there's room for two in there, if they was cozy.
Wolff: Well, we ain't cozy.
Chemist: Are they missing any limbs? I hate it when they have missing limbs.