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: You tellin' me to shut up? Chuck
: I'm telling you to shut up! I will tell your recorder so that you don't forget!
[Chuck picks up tape recorder and turns it on
: Hello, this is Chuck to remind Bill to SHUT UP!
: Bill, Bill, are you all right? Did you break anything, Bill? Bill Blazejowski
: I caught an updraft. Chuck Lumley
: Are you ok? Bill
: Yeah, I'm all right, don't worry, I'm all right, fortunately the ground broke my fall.
: As we sit here and idly chat, there are woman, female human beings, rolling around in strange beds with strange men, and we are making money from that. Bill Blazejowski
: Is this a great country, or what?
: [picking up photo from desk
] Hey Chuck? Who is this? Your wife? Chuck Lumley
: Fiancée. Bill Blazejowski
: Nice frame!
: [Chuck is spitting on himself in the jail cell
] Chuck, come on - it looks bad in front of the other guys! Chuck Lumley
: So what am I running for, cell president? Bill
: No!... they have that?
: [reads the forms that Lenoard, the day shift guy left
] Name of the deceased... something Polish?
: I used to be an investment counselor. Bill
: What's that? Chuck
: It's like a stockbroker. Bill
: So what're you doing babysitting stiffs? What were you... drinker? Big drinker? Chuck
: No! Bill
: Doper! Toothead! Nose candy! Coke!
: [elevator door opens; Chuck sees Belinda lying on the elevator floor
] Oh my God. Did you fall down? Did somebody hit you? Belinda Keaton
: Other way round. Somebody hit me and then I fell down.
: Franklin once told me that he wanted to be buried in his car. Chuck Lumley
: We don't do that. Belinda Keaton
: Oh. Chuck Lumley
: You'll probably have to call the funeral home or the department of motor vehicles.
: [points to morgue cold chambers
] What's in here, just stiffs and stuff? Chuck
: Uh, no, we call them "corpses." Bill
: Can I take a peek? Chuck
: Sure. Bill
: Alright! Chuck
: I think there's one in #7. Bill
: Hey, this Carboni guy! What's he, like, our boss or what? Chuck
: No, no, he's the supervisor. He's not here at night. Bill
: Nuh-uh! Get outta town! Just you and me and the stiffs alone? Here? That's gonna be radical, Chuck!
[Chuck opens morgue drawer
: That guy's dead!