Avi: You got a toothbrush? We're going to London. Do you hear that, Doug? I'm coming to London.
Doug the Head: Avi!
Avi: Shut up and sit down, you big, bald fuck. I don't like leaving my own country, Doug, and I especially don't like leaving it for anything less then warm sandy beaches, and cocktails with little straw hats.
Doug the Head: We've got sandy beaches...
Avi: So? Who the fuck wants to see 'em? I hope you appreciate the concern I have for my friend Franky, Doug. I'm gonna find him, and you're gonna help me find him, and we're gonna start at that fight.
Doug the Head: Ah, from Russia with love, eh?
Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different dogs, so if I am not rushing you...
Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome.
Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush. I got to make the bookies.
Doug the Head: Bookies? What are you betting on?
Franky Four Fingers: Bomber Harris.
Doug the Head: Ah. The unlicensed boxer, eh? Do you know something that I don't?
Franky Four Fingers: Bubbe, I probably know a lot you don't.