Stevie: What kind of woman would beat her plastic doll?
[ah what is life, if not to dance]
[Zorba the Greek]
Stevie: Ah, the way!
Stevie: You didn't miss... You hit everything!
Stevie: You know, you and I are a lot alike. Friedrich would be proud.
Angelica Chaste: Friedrich wouldn't give a damn, Rosellini.
[both pull out and cock their guns]
Angelica Chaste: Seems mine is bigger than yours.
Stevie: Size doesn't matter.
Angelica Chaste: Oh, yes it does.
Stevie: You mean those girls have been lying to me all those years?
Stevie: [shouts while hitting Tony with a newspaper in the head and chest] One to the head, one to the heart. One to the head, one to the heart. What did I teach you?
Angelica Chaste: Doctors wanna lock *me* up.
Tony Greco: You got me walking around a parking lot squirting at people!
Stevie: Damn, I missed her. What'd she look like?
Tony Greco: What'd she look like? She looked like a broad.
Stevie: What d'you mean? She's fat?
Tony Greco: Naw, she's not - not that kind of broad. The other kind. She's a broad, she's a woman.
Stevie: You mean like a dame?
Tony Greco: Well, yeah, like a dame. I guess you could say a dame.
Stevie: How about like a chick?
Tony Greco: No, she didn't look like a chick. She looked more like a broad. That's why I said a broad.
Stevie: Oh yeah, that helps me. You're very observant.
Tony Greco: Are you serious?