Patricia Allen: Listen fuck face! I used to work for the city health department and you got so many violations in this flea trap that one phone call down town would put your ass in court so fast you wouldn't have time to wipe it let alone pull your pants up. Do you get my drift?
Solly Mosler: Look, Miss Hoity-Toity. The woman can't answer the god damn door, because she's in her god damn bed. Is that god damn clear enough for ya?
Vice cop: Well sweet thang, what's your name?
Molly Stewart/Angel: Angel.
Vice cop: Well Angel, I thought you and me could have us a little party.
Molly Stewart/Angel: [laughs] I bet you would. Look buddy, I'm underage. Or are you one of those perverts who gets off on little girls?
Lana: I don't know about you girls but I wanna get the hell out of this town. Somewhere there's clean air where you can breathe. I don't know, maybe Tahiti?
Molly Stewart/Angel: Tahiti? Why Tahiti?
Mae: Because the men use their dicks for oars.
Molly Stewart/Angel: How much do you want to spend?
Driver: About twenty bucks.
Molly Stewart/Angel: [laughs] You have a good night.
Driver: Hey! All's I wanted to do was borrow it, not buy it!
Mae: [waving to Angel] Don't let fatso go yet!
[to Vice Cop]
Mae: Why don't you go home now and spank your monkey numb nuts?
Mae: Sweetheart, I thought they busted you.
Molly Stewart/Angel: I had porky made out the minute I got in the car.
Mae: Two blind lesbians lost in a fish market. THAT is crazy. Get it?
Mae: It's lean out there tonight.
Molly Stewart/Angel: It's the murders Mae. It's got the Johns scared.
Crystal: Why should the Johns be scared? It's the hookers that are getting killed.
Mae: Ever see a man try to run away with his pants wrapped around his ankles?
Tanya: Hey, do you think we should untie him?
Roxie: Hell no. That's what he wanted.
Tanya: That was the easiest hundred I ever made. Oops! I forgot my panties girl!
[starts heading back to motel room]
Roxie: [stops her] Don't bother. The old buzzard probably ate 'em.
Molly Stewart/Angel: Do you have any idea what they do to unclaimed bodies?
Kit Carson: No, I don't reckon I do.
Molly Stewart/Angel: Oh, well... I don't know either but whatever it is, it can't be good.
Mae: Well, we better get over there before she ends up in the tomb for the unknown hooker.
Ric Sawyer: [harrassing Molly] Oh, come on. You don't know what your missing Molly. Why do you think they call me "Razzle Dazzle"?
[he grabs his crotch with one hand, afterward Molly slams his other hand in her locker]
Ric Sawyer: Ow! My hand! You bitch!
Lt. Andrews: You've been on the streets since you were twelve?
Molly Stewart/Angel: It was easy. I just put on some sexy clothes and high heels and I went out and made a living.
Lt. Andrews: Jesus Christ!
Molly Stewart/Angel: [after seeing Ric wet himself] Look me up again Ric... when your toilet trained.
Mae: When I was a kid my father warned me. He said, Rachel don't ever play cards with a Jewish dyke. They cheat!
Solly Mosler: Eh, eat my puff will ya!
Patricia Allen: I ment to ask you... that dress. Sacks?
Mae: I Magnuns.
Patricia Allen: Oh! Stunning.
Mae: Thank you. I got it on sale.
Solly Mosler: [Angel sees her new painting] I call it "Fruit with Gun".
Lt. Andrews: You're young, attractive and healthy - and swimming in a toilet bowl!
Patricia Allen: Listen, I don't know who's mother you are, but you're not Molly's.
Mae: I'm not?
Patricia Allen: No.
Lt. Andrews: I see they're keeping you busy, ha?
Collins: Yeah, you'd think with a psycho on the loose, they'd stay off the street.
Lt. Andrews: Collins, nothing stops the action. If a tidal wave hit this street, the hookers would bob up like a bunch of corks
Collins: [laughing] You got that right, Lieutenant. Guess you're investigating the hooker murders, huh? The way he chopped up those girls... this guy is one sick son of a bitch. What I can't understand is, what makes that sleazebag tick?
Lt. Andrews: Well, figure he was dumped by his old man when he was a kid. His mother probably sexually abused him. We know he's a necro, probably bisexual, possibly impotent. My guess is, he wants to get busted. Whatever the case, pal, he's out there somewhere cruising this fucking boulevard.