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: Alvin, I was just thinking you've got enough vintage steel around here to make a few thousand Toyotas. Ever think of selling the whole place to the Japanese? J.P.
: There you go. Does the Pope wear a hat? Was Sergeant York's mother an angel? And will a banker grope for money? Chris Thorne
: I'm not a banker, I'm a financial publisher. J.P.
: Well, all I know is in '17 after they shipped me off to fight, some New York financier rolled in here one day and hog-glowsered and tub-wankled my grandfather into mining out the whole town in exchange for shares in something called the United Coke Company. Do you know what those stock certificates are worth today?
: JUST ABOUT THE FINEST OUTHOUSE WALLPAPER YOU'VE EVER SEEN! We were forced to become what you drove through today; a burnt out coal field and the biggest icebox graveyard this side of the Ohio foundry belt! And that's why I *never* let a banker go! Fausto
: So your grandpa made a lousy deal, is that our problem? Diane Lightson
: Judge, that's a very tragic, tragic story. J.P.
: I believe it is. Renalda
: You should do a book.
: I didn't forget the butter. It was Antonio, Antonio, the butler, forgot the butter.
[passing by three half-buried dolphin statues
] Chris Thorne
: So that's where they buried Flipper. Fausto
: Flipper is dead?
: [after insulting the Reeve and falling in a chamber of squeaky toys, she punches him
] How could you be so insensitive? Chris Thorne
: What do you mean? What are you talking about? Renalda
: Fausto, you better do something about this! Fausto
: Niña, you're pulling on my coat, now cool it! Diane Lightson
: I had us out of here! Then you had to go and open your big mouth!
[pulls toy out of her shirt
] Diane Lightson
: *You* had us out of here? We would've been here another two hours listening to the history of the Valkenburger farm or wherever the hell we are! Diane Lightson
: I knew that I couldn't depend on you! Chris Thorne
: Listen, I don't need this! I was just trying to get us to Atlantic City... for YOU! Diane Lightson
] Oh, is that right? Chris Thorne
: Yeah! Fausto
: You're no longer our financial advisor! You're fired! Diane Lightson
, Chris Thorne
: [to Fausto
] SHUT UP!
: Ày, Fausto, you are going to make me swim through toxics! Ày, Fausto, Fausto, I cannot believe it! Fausto
: Baby, we've got to swim to the freeway!
: [as they leave a car and go into a building to a party
] 20 minutes, hello, good-bye. Renalda
: [in the elevator
] Chris, come, I save it for you. Fausto
: That's what she says to all the guys.