Sig Poliakoff: You're the wrong shape. Goodbye!Joe: What are you looking for - hunchbacks or something?Sig Poliakoff: It's not the backs that worry me.
I feel a funny sensation in my toes. Like someone is barbecuing them over a fire.
Joe: What kind of a band is this, anyway?Sig Poliakoff: You gotta be under twenty-five.Jerry: We could pass for that.Sig Poliakoff: You gotta be blonde.Jerry: We could dye our hair.Sig Poliakoff: And you gotta be girls.Jerry: We could...Joe: No, we couldn't!
It's me, Sugar!