Staircase

Harry Leeds, Owner of Chez Harry:
Charlie, look! Charlie, look! They're making love, they're making love!

[repeated line]

Charles Dyer:
I beg yours, I beg yours, rub-a-dub.

Charles Dyer:
I feel like a whore at a choir boy's orgy.

Charles Dyer:
I mean you're hardly Genghis Khan, so don't waft your feathers too high or we'll see your corsets!

Charles Dyer:
You're going to hang me, angel of doom?

Harry Leeds, Owner of Chez Harry:
[consoling Charlie] We'll build a staircase up to the sky. We'll not be lonely, flying so high.

Charles Dyer:
Oh, blood, bowels, and beastiality.

Charles Dyer:
Oh, she IS frail today.