Jill: I could swear we're going to have that strange sound.Harmonica: Right now.
Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?Frank: It's almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.
Hey, Mr. Choo-Choo.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.