- Dante 'Pig' Pignetti: It's always 'fuck, shit, piss' all the time around here, I mean, if she could hear it, it would embarrass 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, address a few obscene remarks to this totally inanimate photograph.
- Mark: Jesus, would you look at the tits on that bitch!
- Will: Pig, how we doin'?
- [Pig is trying to control himself]
- Will: 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]
- Will: 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!
- Gilbreath: Do you know what this is, boy?
- [Holds up a coin]
- Gilbreath: 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 throat, forcing him to swallow the coin]
- Gilbreath: That's good boy, that's reeeal good. You're gonna be my little piggy-bank.