“He feeds ‘em garlic”

“What’re you gonna do in Vegas”
“I’m gonna dance [with a knowing giggle]”

“I’m gonna win.”

“Can we have one of you handing Cristal the flowers.”

“They’re gonna see a smiling snatch if you don’t fix this g.”

“You hungry?”
“No.”
“C’mon, what do you want?”
“Um, burger, fries and a soda?”
“Ha. Alright, get her some brown rice, vegetables, and a bottle of Evian.”

“I see you.”
“Yeah, what d’you see?”
“I see you hidin’.”
“From what?”
“From you.”

“Sorry, that’s the rules.”

[giggles in disbelief] “A thousand dollars?!”

“Marty, take a look at these tits. What are these, watermelons? This is a stage, not a patch. See ya.”

“Yeah, but you’re gonna teach her, right? She’s got TALENT, right. Dancin’ ain’t fuckin’ right?”

“Thanks for the hamburger. HEY!”

“Can I talk to you? Man, you got more talent when you dance than anyone I’ve ever seen. I studied in New York–Alvin Ailey. You burn when you dance.”
“Thought you said I couldn’t.”
“Well, you’ve gotta learn to hold some of it back. Dancin’ ain’t fuckin’.”
“What is that? More wisdom? I know that!”
“No you don’t. You dance like when you fucked that guy last night.”
“What guy?”
“That guy with the chick. You took ‘em in the back.”
“I didn’t fuck him. Are you followin’ me around? I didn’t fuck any–”
“I saw you!! Man, everybody got AIDS and shit. What is it you think you do? You fuck ‘em without fuckin’ ‘em that’s what you do! Well, it ain’t right. You got too much TALENT for it to be right!”
“Git outta here!”