- Richter Boudreau: How uh, how old are you?
- Cherry: I don't think you can tell that by looking between my legs.
- Richter Boudreau: I... I'm sorry, I wasn't really looking.
- Cherry: You weren't looking?
- Richter Boudreau: No, I have this wandering eye, my right eye sort of drifts.
- Cherry: You were drifting.
- Richter Boudreau: I was mesmerized, okay.
- Cherry: I mesmerized you?
- Richter Boudreau: Well, you walk around looking like that, someone's bound to look. It's almost a fact of nature. I mean look, I could take down by pants and we'll see who's looking.
- Cherry: Go ahead.
- Richter Boudreau: No.
- Cherry: You're shy.
- Richter Boudreau: First of all, I'm not wearing pants per se.
- Cherry: Your boxers then.
- Richter Boudreau: [watches Cherry eating] I thought junkies lost their appetites.
- Cherry: I'm not a junkie. I just strip, like Lonnie, and what's-her-name.
- Richter Boudreau: Vicky.
- Cherry: Yeah, the bitch.
- Richter: Mom and I have one of those special relationships that transcend the usual bonds of... family.
- Cherry: You're a rich boy.
- Richter Boudreau: No.
- Cherry: I always wanted to meet a rich boy. I guess I've been looking in all the wrong places.
- Cherry: You're cute. And you're rich.
- Richter Boudreau: I'm not rich.
- Cherry: Just my luck
- [starts making out with Richter]
- Keith: Little sister done been disinherited and disowned cause she runned off and married some dope-head drug dealer.
- Preston Liddy: I bent over backwards for you, boy, and I don't even like ya! Only reason I hired you was because of your mother.
- Richter: Oh, Preston. Did you fuck my mom, too?