Impostors

Emily:
Do you know the gentleman that stole your wife?

Happy Franks:
He was my agent.

Emily:
Some agent!

Happy Franks:
He was a great agent! I loved him like a brother. I loved my wife like a mother and a hooker, and look where it's got me!

Sparks:
Are either of you Greek?

Arthur:
No.

Maurice:
Well, yes, actually I'm half-Greek.

Sparks:
Top half or bottom half?

Sparks:
Perhaps we should wrestle sometime. Do you like the taut roundness that exercise brings to the buttocks?

Maurice:
Yeah.

Sparks:
Do you enjoy the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on that self-same place? I once wrestled a man on the steps of the Acropolis, when the sun was at its height, wearing only what God sent me into the world with. Can you picture that? That's where we'll wrestle, my semi-Grecian lad. That's where I'll make a man of you.

Meistrich:
The danger of the chase has made you perspire. It has made me also... moist.

Maurice:
To life.

Arthur:
And its many deaths.

Arthur:
Oh, no! We're going to die! We're going to...

Maurice:
Don't you see? This will be your great dramatic death!

Arthur:
I DON'T WANT A REAL ONE!

Marco:
But I've never killed anyone before!

Meistrich:
It's really not that hard.

Sparks:
I jest, I jive!

Happy Franks:
Don't kid a kidder, kid.

Maurice:
So I insult him?

Arthur:
Yeah, yeah, tell him you think his pastries are no good, okay?

Maurice:
Oh, good idea, good idea.

Arthur:
Yeah. Say that they're stale.

Maurice:
Hey, buddy, your pastries are stale!

Arthur:
Right, but don't say buddy, just say ssss... sss... you're sss...

Maurice:
Your pastries are stale!

Arthur:
Yeah, you, your pastries are stale!