Cleaver Greene: This economic climate is turning every decent bender in this town into a reptile. First my bookie, now my brothel keeper. 12,000 years I've been coming to this place. You think I would have accrued some frequent fucker points by now.
Cleaver Greene: [after reading out Byron's "She walks in beauty, like the night"] Bugger me, he was good.
Fuzz Greene: Yeah, but what use is it?
Cleaver Greene: What do you mean "What use is it"? It's poetry, you knucklehead. It has only one use, and that's pulling chicks.