Jill: Hey, you're sort of a handsome man.Cheyenne: But I'm not the right man. And neither is he.
By the way, you know anything about a man going around playing the harmonica? He's somebody you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
You know, Wobbles... I'm kind of mad at you.