- Charlie Duchamp: [Sees cigar shop near the payphone used by Andre] Maybe he was picking up more cigars?
- Lloyd Lowery: He wouldn't call us from a traceable phone right outside of one of his hangouts, he's not that stupid. Trust me.
- Charlie Duchamp: Lloyd, when you, a known problem gambler, were finally apprehended, where did we find you?
- Lloyd Lowery: Casino.
- Charlie Duchamp: Exactly.
- Ray Zancanelli: Seems like the guy and the girl that smoke cigars, pretentious.
- Shea Daniels: Or she's got an oral fixation.
- Lloyd Lowery: Oh well that's a perfectly pedestrian assessment, Shea. Like Freud stated so simply, sometimes a cigar, is just a cigar.
- [Smells one of the cigars from the cigar box]
- Lloyd Lowery: And this is not a cigar, this is a turd.
- Charlie Duchamp: This is Andre's stash, the Bad Elvis's communicate through cigar boxes. We're looking for the box with the skunk cigars, get to it.
- [Hands Lloyd several cigar boxes]
- Lloyd Lowery: [Lloyd opens the first box and removes a cigar to smell] Not this one, silky smooth.
- [Smells another cigar]
- Lloyd Lowery: Oh my Godness, you are full bodied. How about you?
- [Smells third cigar]
- Lloyd Lowery: Oh you are way to earthy to be a dud aren't you.
- [Continues smelling the cigar]
- Lloyd Lowery: Yeah you got, you got a bit of cedar in you don't you, you little scamp.
- Charlie Duchamp: Lloyd.
- Lloyd Lowery: [Grabs another cigar] How about,
- [takes a big sniff]
- Lloyd Lowery: okay, grandpa slippers, right there.