Lana Ravine:
You speak Yiddish?
Man in park:
No, but I can read the subtitles.
Lola Cain:
What are you gonna do? Blow me away?
Lola Cain:
He left me. He left me because she looked more like me than I did.
Lola Cain:
You really are incredibly stupid, aren't you? I like that in a man.
Judge Skanky:
[
leaving a playground] I love recess.
[
Ned reads a business card left on Laura's desk. The card smokes]
Ned Ravine:
Meet me at Le Hot Club. No air conditioning - and proud of it! 7:30. Lola. 5810 Fountain Avenue, Los Angeles, California 90028. 213-555-5555.
Ned Ravine:
[
thinks] Hmmmm.
Ned Ravine:
I forgot my keys.
Lola Cain:
That's not why you came back!
Ned Ravine:
[
puzzled] ... Yes it is.
Lola Cain:
No... You came back for *this*!
[
jumps on Ned Ravine, throwing him to the floor and ripping his pants off]
Ned Ravine:
Oh, this is so different!
Ned Ravine:
[
to Lola Cain] You stay away from my wife, my life, my home, and my skunk!
Max Shady:
I'm gonna put these two fingers in his eyes, this finger in his mouth, and use his head for a friggin' bowling ball!
Prison Reporter:
Are you a good bowler Mr. Shady?
Prison Reporter:
How would you handle a 7-10 split?
Frank Kelbo:
[
after having been shown Lana's elaborate plan to kill Ned] You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you, baby?
Lana Ravine:
No... It just came to me.
Ned Ravine:
[
turns bathtub tap on and off and notices that background music responds to the same action] ... I need an aspirin.
[
questioning his own wife on the witness stand]
Ned Ravine:
Now, Mrs. Ravine... may I call you Lana?
Lana Ravine:
Oh, please, call me Angel Tits.
Lana's Prosecutor:
I object!
Judge Skanky:
Sustained. Counselor, you will address Angel Tits as Mrs. Ravine.
Laura Lincolnberry:
[
Laura is having a flashback] No! No! No!
[
she is splashed by a gallon of water]
Ned Ravine:
Laura! Snap out of it!
[
he stands holding a tiny dixie cup]
Lola Cain:
You're the first man who has lasted that long on that barstool.
Ned Ravine:
I'm flattered.
Lola Cain:
Well, don't. It's broken.
[
the stool collapses]
Ned Ravine:
Put the can back in American! The Jew back in jurisprudence! The con back in constitution! And the dumb back in freedom!
Prison Reporter:
Mr. Ravine, how does it feel to have slept with a murderess?
Ned Ravine:
It's better than sleeping with a Ninja Turtle.
Judge Skanky:
How does the jury find the defendant on the count of murder?
Jury Foreman:
Not guilty.
Judge Skanky:
On the count of conspiracy?
Jury Foreman:
Not guilty.
Judge Skanky:
On the Count of Monte Cristo?
Jury Foreman:
Not guilty.
Ned Ravine:
[
in court] Miss Lincolnberry, can you tell us what this is?
Laura Lincolnberry:
Yes, that is one of the many death threats that Max Shady faxed to you the day that he was released from prison.
Ned Ravine:
A fax... in which he threatened to purée... certain parts of my anatomy... in a blender.
Lana's Prosecutor:
I object! There's no need to deal with the facts in this case.
Judge Skanky:
I'll allow it.
[
to his wife, who has just met Lola Cain]
Ned Ravine:
I have never seen this woman in my life. I never followed her home. I never had sex with her in her refrigerator. This is a sick fantasy, and I deny everything.
Ned Ravine:
[
to Lola] And WHEN will women like YOU learn you CAN'T tear apart a perfectly good marriage with your vicious lies?
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