Oklahoma Kid. That's me. I'm the Oklahoma Kid. You fuckin' varmint! Dance. Dance. YAHOO, YA MOTHERFUCKER!
Stacks Edwards: What time is it?Tommy DeVito: It's eleven thirty, we're supposed to be there by nine.Stacks Edwards: Be ready in a minute.Tommy DeVito: Yeah, you were always fuckin' late, you were late for your own fuckin' funeral.
They all had bad skin and wore too much make up. They didn't look very good; they look beat up. The stuff they wore were thrown together and cheap, a lot of pantsuits and double knits. They talked about beating their kids with broom handles and leather belts, and that their kids still didn't pay any attention. When Henry picked me up, I was dizzy.
Jimmy Conway: What about the security?Frenchy: Security? You're looking at it.