Radioactive Dreams

Phillip Chandler:
That was our first encounter with disco mutants. I was sure it wouldn't be our last.

Spade Chandler:
You don't seem to understand, Jester, this isn't just another disco drug deal. The whole world is at stake here!

Miles Archer:
I'm going to blow your head off unless I get those keys!

Marlowe Hammer:
So what does this mean, Miles? You don't love me no more?

Phillip Chandler:
Like Phillip Marlowe, we now saw the world for what it was: cold and bitter. Sad thing was, me and Marlowe had become infected by the disease. We were angry and vengeful and all we wanted to do was get back at the world, to make 'em all pay for what they'd done to us.

Marlowe Hammer:
Look, we don't got time for this, OK? We're on the clock, sister. This is time to clear the board, win the game, chambers loaded, hammers cocked, and our fingers are itching like a cat with a serious case of fleas.

Marlowe Hammer:
Back off, just back off. Your breath smells like the runs, Miles. It's irritating my nose and wrinkling my suit.

Dash Hammer:
What a dirty dealing world we live in. That rat, trying to double-cross us before we double-crossed him!

Phillip Chandler:
In a tight jam, a nuclear missile just might come in handy.