(..) all over the floor up there. And the smell. I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell won't go out for five years. That's what I'm betting. And that asshole Wharton is singing about it! You can hear him up there! Can he carry a tune, Hal? Okay, boys, okay. Now, what in the hell happened? (..)

(..) I was just having... Aah! - Ain't you sweet. PAUL: Wharton. - Soft like a girl. - Let him go. I'd rather fuck your asshole... ...than your sister's pussy, I think. Wharton! I let him go. I was just playing. I let him go. I'd never hurt a hair (..)