Vibes

Sylvia Pickel:
What's your problem, aside from your face?

Nick Deezy:
Yes, yes, let's just hold it here for one second. "Stretch"? "Stretch-a-roo"? What's coming next, "Stretch-mark"?

Harry Buscafusco:
Might I ask, what are you doing with a gun?

Sylvia Pickel:
It's not mine. My ex-boyfriend left it here when he moved out.

Harry Buscafusco:
What did he have it for?

Sylvia Pickel:
I don't know. With a guy named Icepick, you don't ask a lot of questions.

Nick Deezy:
There was a woman, I swear. She fell of the balcony, her body was right there!

Harry Buscafusco:
Maybe she bounced into those bushes. Women are soft, and round.

Sylvia Pickel:
Maybe a gang came and took the body away, you know, so no questions could be asked!

Harry Buscafusco:
So that's no on the bouncing?

Nick Deezy:
I like to breathe, I'm good at it.

Sylvia Pickel:
I'd give you the finger but I'm too refined.

Sylvia Pickel:
I'm surprised all women haven't tried to kill you!

[Sylvia and Nick are kissing]

Nick:
You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?

Sylvia:
Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.

Nick:
What do you mean?

Sylvia:
What do you mean?

Nick:
Do for me? What, like now?

Sylvia:
What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.

Nick:
I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.

Sylvia:
I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.

Nick:
Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.

Sylvia:
Okay... [adopts a sarcastic tone] I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you. [reverts to normal voice] Are you happy now?

Nick:
Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarrassing evening? [Sylvia gasps] No, no, no. Please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.

Sylvia:
Screw you!

Nick:
No, thanks!

Sylvia:
Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.

Harry:
[enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?

Sylvia:
Who gives a sh*t? [leaves the tent]

Harry:
What's the matter with her?

Nick:
I wouldn't sleep with her!

Harry:
Really? [grins] Sylvia!