Margaret Schroeder: When I was a girl in Ireland, a raggedy man would come around every spring with a little Bantam rooster. He'd trained it to peck out "The Mountains of Mourne" on a toy piano hung off his chest.
Lucy Danziger: So?
Margaret Schroeder: Well... the first year he came, we all of us, the girls in that place, we thought it magical. The second year, we laughed behind our hands at the odd man and his tatters, and the third year we didn't even go, because "The Mountains of Mourne" was all that little rooster could ever do.
Lucy Danziger: So what's the point?
Margaret Schroeder: That maybe your cunny... isn't quite the draw you think it is.
Ukulele Girl: What's going on behind those baby blues?
Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson: I try to be good. I really do.
Ukulele Girl: [seductively] It's too late to be good tonight, Dolly.