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: [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.
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.