The Lords of Discipline

Gilbreath:
Do you know what this is, boy? [Holds up a coin] Pop off!

Poteete:
It's a quarter, sir.

Gilbreath:
Shut up! Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. [Poteete sticks out his tongue and Gilbreath places the coin on it]

Gilbreath:
Swallow it! [Gilbreath grabs Poteete's throatt, forcing him to swallow the coin]

Gilbreath:
That's good boy, that's reeeal good. You're gonna be my little piggy-bank.

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti:
It's always 'f***, sh*t, piss' all the time around here, I mean, if she could hear it, it would embarass her. [looks at a picture of his girlfriend]

Will:
But Pig, this is a photograph.

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti:
I know that!

Will:
It can't see, smell, hear, taste. Right? Mark... Now Mr. Santoro, if you please, adress a few obscene remarks to this totally inatimate photograph.

Mark:
Jesus, would you look at the tits on that b*tch!

Will:
Pig, how we doin'? [Pig is trying to control himself] Tradd?

Tradd:
My, would I dearly love to play a little 'hide the sausage' with that spectacular piece of wop-ass.

Will:
Pig?

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti:
She... She can't hear ya!

Will:
That a boy! [Takes the picture] Hi baby. How'd you like a hot flesh injection with the old pork-sword, huh? Nine inches of steaming conga up that tight little...

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti:
I'M GONNA KILL YA!