Cynthia
:
Look at this shit! Rutabaga, bok choy, daikon, tofu, celery juice! Celery juice? This isn't food! It's leftovers from the compost heap!
Jack
:
Cynthia, please! If you keep on like this you're gonna kill me!
Cynthia
:
Kill you? If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't do it with words. No, I would do it little by little. First, I would cut off your dick! Ah, what the hell, you haven't used the thing in 20 years!