Joel: So is this Guido guy your “manager”?
Lana: That’s right.
Joel: Or a pimp?
Lana: Now that’s quick Joel.
Joel Goodson: It seems to me that if there were any logic to our language, trust would be a four letter word.
Joel Goodson: My name is Joel Goodson. I deal in human fulfillment. I grossed over eight thousand dollars in one night. Time of your life, huh kid?
Miles: Terrific! I’ve got a trig mid-term tommorrow, and I’m being chased by Guido the killer pimp.
Lana: Are you ready for me, Ralph?
Miles (reading the personal ads): “My daddy used to spank my bare bottom. Now he’s gone. Will you take his place?”
Joel Goodson: When it came right down to it, I just wasn’t attracted to her.
Miles Dalby: Should never stop you.
Joel Goodson: Don’t steal anything. If I come back here and anything’s missing, I’m going straight to the police. I mean it.
Lana: Go to school, Joel. Learn something.
Jackie: I want you to call Lana. It’s what you want. It’s what every white boy off the lake wants.
Joel’s Mother: Please Joel, do what they say, just get off the babysitter.