Buxton Jacobs: You're the way I want to celebrate. You got a tight little ass, just the way I like it.
Angelina Lasser: Wow. You expect a lot for three beers.
Buxton Jacobs: And chicken fingers.
Eddie: She didn't want me to call you, but I said no, you'd help, you'd overlook her little problem...
Nick: You mean murder.
Eddie: Yeah, well, we don’t' have to get into the details right now.