(on the phone)
Ironside: Big Sue.
Big Sue: Robert Ironside.
Ironside: Yeah it's me.
Dr. Domingo: Where is he? He's late.
Big Sue: I love you. Where are you? You're late. Well, what are you doing there?
Dr. Domingo: What is he doing where?
Big Sue: Quiet. What? A tow truck, of course. Are you all right?
Dr. Domingo: What is it? Where is he?
Big Sue: Will you be still? It's all right, he's had a flat tire.
Dr. Domingo: Oh his chair?
Mrs. Wescott: Who the hell are you? You don't live here, you don't work here, you don't belong here. Who put you in charge anyway, that Cuban hack? It's his fault, he's the one that certified Walter for flying. That's all you're doing, scurrying around to try to cover up for that saltwater spic that couldn't cut it in his own country. Now get out of my way.
Ironside: You listen to me, Miss America, Juan Domingo graduated with honors from Harvard Medical School, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His father was Mayor of Santiago and his uncle was Chief of Police. Fidel Castro threw Juan into prison for not refusing to certify political executions as natural deaths. And when Juan Domingo broke out of Morecastle Prison, he got seventeen other people out there with him. Now you get out of my way.
Dr. Domingo: Is your lunch, Gringo. Big talker.
Ironside: Big talker, I'm a big eater. Is there no food in this town?
Dr. Domingo: That is food. Take it and follow me. Big Sue has cooked the whole thing.
Ironside: Food? That's solid rum!
Dr. Domingo: Rum is food. Human soul food.