John: Hail, Nicky.
Peter: We are forever your slaves.
Valerie: Do it for the butterflies.
Sylvia Lopez: In another startling announcement from City Hall, Mayor Randolph has effective immediately lowered the legal drinking age from twenty-one to ten.
Nicky: I'm from the South. The Deep South.
Nicky: Yo, fossil-head! I got a bone to pick with you.
Christa: God's so smart.
Jenna: Yeah, like Jeopardy smart.
Nicky: You want a pillow fight, do ya? Then let's let the feathers fly.
Nicky: That's not me! That's that cockroach Tony Montana.
Mr. Beefy: He superimposed your head into Scarface.
Todd: Which is probably DePalma's third best film.
Gatekeeper: Are there boobs on my head?
Nicky: Yeah, big ones.
Whitey the Referee: Get that crap outta here.