Ricky Roma: [cutting him off] **** you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week - how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! You're pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how ****ed-up you are!
Dave Moss: Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the **** are you, Mr. Slick? Who - what the **** are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! **** YOU! You got the memory of a ****in' fly! I never liked you, anyway.
Ricky Roma: What is this, your farewell speech?
Ricky Roma: All train compartments smell vaguely of ****. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time.
Blake: A-I-D-A. Attention, Interest, Decision, Action. Attention - Do I have your attention? Interest - Are you interested? I know you are, because it's **** or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision - Have you made your decision for Christ? And Action.