(..) My friend Bob Sacamano had shock treatments. But his synapses were so large, had no effect. You know, I hate to raise a crass financial concern... ...but was there any information as to the whereabouts of my papers? She put them in her pocketbook. She probably took them out there with her. (..)

(..) strangled him with my bare hands. - I don't blame you. - Ever been through an audit? - No. - It's hell. It's the financial equivalent of a complete rectal examination. I would've killed this man. Torn him limb from limb. Ripped the flesh right off his bones. - Yeah? (..)